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Helps to Happiness 
POEMS 

BY 
FRANKLIN A. STILES 

MCMXII 




SCHULKINS & COMPANY 

CHICAGO 






COPYRIGHT, 1912 



J. Arthur Schuikins 



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Introduction 




O pretense of literary merit is 
made tor these poems, but tney 
are otrerea solely to secure a 
clear ana aetinite comprenension 
or tneir aivine message — a mes- 
sage or sweet ana tender love to 
tnose •xveary in body and soul, -svno oeing pressed 
■U'ltn tne care and burdens common to man, have 
neitner time nor inclination to acquaint tnemselves 
witb tbe more profound creations of literature. 

Tneir variety of theme and simplicity are 
such tnat one unconsciously becomes enveloped 
m tne spell of their gracious warmth; a^vakens to 
tbe value of uniting love with intellect, and 
acquires tbe knowledge tbat our faitb in God and 
Man can be redeemed only by tbose bavmg loving 
consecrated bearts in tune witb tbe infinite, forget- 
ful of self, and always striving for the ■welfare of 
tbcir fellow-men. Tbese cbaracteristics Mr. Stiles 
possesses pre-eminently because nis exertions 
invariably culminate in ministry unto tne lowly. 

I bope tbat all •wbo read bis tbougbts, will 
realize tbat tbey -w^ere written witb no selfisb 
motive, but for tbe sole purpose of arousing bearts 
to tbe great possibilities and rewards resultant 
from association and fellowsbip witb tbe "Master 
of all good workmen." MARTYN H. BAHR 



Chicago, Illinois 
September Twentieth, 1912 



Contents 



LIFE THOUGHTS. 

A Happy Heart ------ 3 

Beautiful Within ----- 4 

The Footpath to Peace ----- 5 

The Christian ------ 7 

A Bit of Sunshine . - - - - - - 6 

A Better World ------ 9 

My Pilot - - 10 

Our Days ------- 13 

The World's Golden Rule - - - - - 11 

God's Plans -.--,-- 14 

Everybody's Lonesome - - - - - 15 

Hope Sees A Star ------ 17 

Wayside Ministries - - - - - - 18 

Be a Blessing - ----- 23 

Silvered Clouds - - - - - - 19 

Rest ------- 21 

Life's Rugged Way - - - - - - 24 

The Path to Success ----- 25 

A Well Spent Day - - - - - - 26 

Givers of Light ------ 29 

Momentous Moments - - - - - - 27 

Gladness of Heart ----- 30 

Make Me A Child Again - - - - - 21 

Life's Task ------ 35 

My Heart and I- - - - - -33 

Say "Thank You" To God - - - - 36 

Makers of Happiness - - - - - 41 

PALM BRANCHES FOR THE KING. 

Business for the King ----- 37 

The Shadow^ of the Cross - - - - - 39 

Christ the Wonderful ----- 42 

Love's Broken Wing - - - - - - 43 

The Sweetest Story _ _ - - - 45 



THE SEASON'S VOICES. 

The Dawn of Spring ----- 47 

Spring's Messenger - - - - - - 48 

The Football of Spring ----- 49 

The Temple of Spring - - - - - - 51 

March _-__-_- 52 

April's Easter Message - - - - - 53 

April's Gift of May ------- 54 

A Summer Eve - - - - - - 55 

Autumn Glory -- - - - - -56 

Work Well Done . _ - - - 57 

The Message of the Snow - - - - - 58 

A New Leaf .__.-- 59 

SCRIPTURE MESSAGES. 

God's Love .------61 

Whosoever Will ------ 60 

The Man of Sorrows - - - - - - 63 

The Primrose Way ------ 65 

The World's Uplifter - - - - - - 67 

"To Live is Christ" ----- 69 

The Pilot of Galilee - - - - - - 71 

"We Would See Jesus" ----- 72 

God Seeth the Heart - - - - - - 73 

The Beautiful Gate ----- 75 

A Burried Treasure - - - - - -77 

Unto the Hills - - - - - -• 78 

Tomorrow - - - - - - -79 

Guardian Angels ------ 80 

Christ on the Shore - - - - - - 81 

My Father Knows ------ 82 

Tomorrow Too Late - - - - - - 83 

Lights and Shadows ----- 85 

Midnight Music -- - - - - -87 

Refuge 89 

Satisfaction - - - - - - -92 

The Silver Chord - - - - . - 95 

Ready for the Bridegroom - - - - - 91 

FRIENDSHIP. 

My Friend -- - - - - - -93 

Sweet Fellowship - - - - _ - % 

The Bond of Friendship - - - - - - S^ 

A Friendless Man ------ 101 

Companionship -- - - - - -99 

Two Companions ------ 102 



PRAYER. 

The Hour of Prayer ------ 103 

My Prayer ------- 104 

My Morning Prayer ------ 105 

My Evening Prayer - - - - - - 107 

SUNBEAMS FOR SOUL WINNERS. 

Winning Souls for Jesus ----- m 

Jewels from the Highways - - . - 109 

Take the Lad With You . - - . . 112 

Where is Able Thy Brother? - - - . 113 

Jesus and the Children - - - _ _ US 

The Waiting Saviour ----- 117 

Suppose - - - - - - - -118 

Shining Like the Stars ----- 119 

When I Make up My Jewels ----- 120 

Empty Handed ------ 121 

ECHOES FROM NATURE. 

God Everywhere ------- 123 

Lowly Ministers. ------ 125 

Atoms - - - - - - - -126 

Climbing Heavenward ----- 127 

Little Violet ------- 128 

God's Voice in the Bush ----- 129 

The Sage of the Forest ----- 130 

The Stars - 133 

The Ministry of a Star - - - - - 131 

The Sea's Message to Me - - - - 134 

Evening on the Lake ------ 137 

The Anchor ------- 135 

A New Day - - - - - - - 138 

The Setting Sun ------ 139 

The Faded Rose ------- 140 

Good Night ------- 141 

FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

Peace -------- 

Joy -------- 

Truth -------- 

157 

Humility ------- 158 

Trust - - - 163 

Contentment - - - - - - - 159 

Trust and Pray - - - - - - - 161 



GRACES. 

Faith __----- 
Hope ..---,--. 
Love -------- 

142 
A Victorious Faith ------ 143 

Graces Three ------ 144 

COUNTRY MUSINGS. 

The Old Farm 147 

Springtime in the Country - - - - 145 

Summer Eve in the Country ----- 148 

A Winter's Day ------ 149 

p-oLDED Petals ------- 150 

At Eventide ._-_-- 151 

A Real Vacation -- - - - - -153 

The Woods ------- 155 

MISCELLANEOUS. 

The Old Family Bible - - - - - - 165 

The Old Family Pew ----- 166 

Mother's Day - - - - - - -175 

Your Wedding Day -- - - - - 177 

The Golden Wedding ------ 172 

Memories of Christmas ----- 179 

Waiting for Christmas ------ 191 

Man and St. Paul's Cathedral - - - - 113 

Easter Praise - - - - - - - 169 

Suppose Tonight - - - - - - 170 

The Pessimist - - - - - - - 171 

PATRIOTISM. 

God's Hand in America's History - - - 185 

Remember the Brave ------ 187 

No Flowers for the Soldiers - - - - 189 



GLIMPSES OF HEAVEN. 

The Land of the Living ----- 182 

No Night There ------ 181 

No Good-Byes in Heaven ----- 183 



HELPS TO 
HAPPINESS 



A Happy Heart 



Would you possess a happy heart? 

Then put your trust in God ; 
Your soul in touch with heaven while, 

Your feet are on the sod. 

If your heart is to be happy 

It must from sin be free ; 
Then you can walk and talk with God 

And his blessed face can see. 

You surely will be happy 

If you're gentle, true and kind; 

Help lift another's burdens 
And their broken hearts to bind. 

The blessed boon, "Be happy !" 

Is won by acts of love ; 
The gathering- wayside jewels 

For your God who reigns above. 

To have your heart's afiFection 

Twined 'round your Saviour dear; 

Will make life's path most blessed 
And fill your soul with cheer. 



Page Three 



Beautiful Within 



God make me beautiful within, 

That all I meet may see, 
That in my heart there ever dwells 

The Christ of Calvary. 

I will be beautiful within 

If Christ dwells in my heart; 

And cleanses with his precious, blood, 
And ne'er from me doth part. 

If I am beautiful within 

My outer life will glow, 
With many deeds of kindness 

And my love to others flow. 

Father, make me beautiful within, 

My heart from sin set free ; 
May my journey through this vale of time 

Be one of victory. 



Page Four 



The Footpath to Peace 

Be glad for life that giyes to you 

A chance to love and work ; 
Whate'er the number of your years, 

Be active, never shirk. 

Be satisfied with what you have, 

With yourself be not content ; 
Just make the best of everything, 

On doing good, be bent. 

And nothing in the world despise, 

Except the false and mean ; 
Let your admirations govern you, 

Your love be felt and seen. 

Fear nothing except cowardice, 
What's your neighbor's covet not; 

Except his kindliness of heart 
And the gentleness he's got. 

Think seldom of your enemies, 

But often of your friends; 
Have Christ in mind each coming day 

From morning till it ends. 

Just let your body, spirit, soul 

Through prayer find sweet release ; 

You'll find that these are posts that guide 
On the path which leads to peace. 



Page Five 



A Bit of Sunshine 

You should have a bit of sunshine, 
To be scattered far and near; 

For there always will be shadows, 
And at times each heart is drear. 

One whose path is dark and gloomy. 

You can silver it with light, 
Gild it with your friendship true. 

And a bit of sunshine bright. 

Many, many hearts are aching, 
Some of them you sure will meet; 

With a happy smile and handshake 
Cast your sunshine at their feet. 

Yes, these little bits of sunshine, 
Broken fragments of the heart, 

Make some life more worth the living 
Bringing joy, not tears, to start. 

Take your silver spade of sunshine, 
To life's desert drear and bare ; 

Plant the seeds of loving kindness 
Cheer the hearts oppressed with care. 

When life's little day is ended. 

At God's feet your sheaves lay down; 

He'll have changed your bit of sunshine 
Into jewels for your crown. 



Page Six 



The Christian 

Out in the world of struggle, 

By the trodden pathway of life, 
The Christ-like man e'er watches 

Through the long and weary strife. 
Here, in the light of God's Spirit, 

There is rest and protection for all. 
If they come to the Christian's Saviour, 

He is ready to answer their call. 

What means earth's hard rugged pathway? 

What means the sunshine so bright? 
Is it better to dwell in the darkness, 

Than where the Christian finds light? 
Shall we dwell in the gloom and darkness. 

And gather the briars and thorns? 
And say the world is all sadness 

And man is a creature that mourns? 

Ah, no, 'tis not so with the Christian, 

To no life of sorrow he calls; 
For he binds up the wounds of affliction. 

And lifts up a brother that falls. 
He's Christ's man, ready to help. 

The heart broken, sinful and weak; 
Tells them there's pardon and blessing, 

If they only the Saviour will seek. 



Page Seven 



The Christian dwells in the sunshine, 

And basks in the Saviour's love; 
Lives not for the seen and the temporal, 

But the unseen and eternal above. 
He goes out in gloom and darkness 

'Mid the gathering clouds of despair; 
And the love of his heart is brightest, 

When he banishes other men's care. 

Though life's road leads through the shadows, 

Just remember, O pilgrim, I pray, 
To the Christian, it ends not in darkness, 

But grows brighter and brighter each day. 
When his final farewell is spoken, 

And his body sleeps 'neath the sod; 
His soul mounts the ladder celestial. 

That slopes up through darkness to God." 



Page Eight 



A Better World 

The world is what we make it, friends, 

In righteousness or sin ; 
And if you want a better world, 

In your own heart begin. 

The many burdens in the world. 
They press the heart, 'tis true ; 

But if you share your part of them, 
You make them far more few. 

We find here many aching hearts. 

And tears that dim the eye. 
Just help to dry a few of them, 

As golden moments fly. 

The world has much unhappiness, 
You can add some cheer you know; 

Just pluck a thistle, plant a flower 
Where'er a flower will grow. 

Be in the world, not of the world, 

In it as Christ would be ; 
Then much of sin and misery, 

That's in the world will flee. 

Go make the world's walls jasper like, 

Its gates the highest praise ; 
Become a pillar for our God, 

And His Spiritual Temple raise. 



Page Nine 



My Pilot 

At last my little barque must leave 

The quiet of the bay; 
Oh, who will help me shun the cliffs, 

At night as well as day? 
To keep me safely through the storms 

And winds my sails will riven, 
Through the angry billows of the sea 

To reach at last fair haven. 

I would not choose the course I take, 

The channel my barque will sail. 
To trust its guidance to myself. 

Would be to sadly fail. 
I know my Lord hath marked the way 

Through the billows of the sea, 
With this great Pilot at the wheel 

I've the anchor of hope with me. 

I will not trust my barque alone. 

However strong its keel. 
Or sail the unknown sea of life 

With my own hand at the wheel ; 
But if He who guides the swing of worlds 

That from their orbs they do' not reel, 
I know I'll cross the bar in peace 

With my Pilot at the wheel. 



Page Ten 



The World's Golden Rule 

"Every man for himself" is the world's golden rule, 
Pat him on the back who can be used as a tool; 
Make friends with him whose coffers are full, 
Who'll return every favor with a measure brim full. 

You can borrow his horse if you have one of your 

own, 
He rules an eye for an eye, a bone for a bone; 
He speaks very friendly as long's there's a chance 
By mingling with you, his own way to enhance. 

He serves while in office the bad, not the best, 
For the purpose of feathering his own little nest; 
Money coming to him must quickly be paid, 
While his obligations are often delayed. 

All neighbors are cousins to him who is rich, 

But the poor man's brother does not own him as 

"sich;" 
In times of prosperity friends will be plenty, 
But when adversity comes not one in twenty. 

"Every man for himself" is the world's golden rule. 
Eat, drink and be merry, no thought for the soul; 
Pitch in and get rich, lay hold of gold. 
Build larger barns and tear down the old. 

Page Eleven 



How different is Christ's rule of living for others, 
Of treating all men as if they were brothers; 
Giving, yet hoping for nothing again, 
Thinking far less of gold and far more of men. 

The blessing of others with no thought of pay, 
Like a sweet, lovely flower along the highway; 
Building for eternity as well as for time, 
Makes life worth the living, golden, sublime. 



Page Twelve 



Our Days 



Our days are gliding swiftly by, 

Like birds upon the wing, do fly ; 

What have they meant to us and others, 

To friends and neighbors and to brothers. 

Have we in them noble action done, 

And scattered light just like the sun? 

Or used them for our selfish ease, 

That we our own dear selves might please? 

O, Giver of these golden days. 

Help us to spend them for Thy praise; 

Not live for self but live for others, 

For friends and neighbors and for brother*. 

Warm other hearts with life and joy. 
And Christ-like all our time employ; 
Like Him make blessed all our years. 
Bear other's burdens, dry their tears. 

We shall meet the record of our years, 
'Twill be with joy and not with fears; 
If on each day we've thought of others. 
Of friends and neighbors and of brothers. 



Page Thirteen 



God's Plans 



"God's plans, like lilies pure and white unfold," 
Time will reveal the inner heart of gold; 
And in them every man will surely see, 
Why he was born, and what he is to be. 

The minister is called to preach for God, 
And so is he who humbly turns the sod ; 
Or he who helps remove the woe of pain, 
Interprets law and brings in peace to reign. 

The village blacksmith o'er his anvil bent, 
Is forging links in the chain of time's events; 
And he who tills the soil and keeps it wed, 
Helps answer him who prays for daily bread. 

The mother toiling educates her child, 
Who in later years goes into heathen wilds ; 
And prays and toils their every heart to win, 
Both in God's plan help save this world from sin. 

Whatever be thy work on earth or sphere. 
If in it you are true and faithful here; 
In harmony with God's unfolding plan, 
Your life will glorify the Son of Man. 



Page Fourteen 



Everybody's Lonesome 



Souls there are who dwell apart 

In a starless firmament; 
With loneliness gnawing at the heart 

Brim full of discouragement. 

There are countless throngs of people 
Kings and servants, great and small, 

Desolate like the old church steeple 
That crowns the crumbling wall. 

Its iron tongue no longer swinging 
With its cheerful call to prayer; 

The choir has ceased its singing, 
Gone, those who worshipped there. 

Like a star that stands alone 
Oft is man among his fellows; 

Or a little violet in a field of stone 
Its head drooping like the willows. 

E'en the little bird is sadly 
Mourning for its absent mate; 

Peering in the nest that's empty 
A picture of man's sad fate. 



Page Fifteen 



The love touch of an absent friend 

Whose presence was our soul's delight ; 

Like a lovely day too soon will end 
And turn the sunshine into night. 

The mother misses her absent boy ; 

Sadly remembers the home ties broken; 
He, who was her pride and joy 

Is now beyond love's kindly token. 

We should people other souls with happiness 
By some thoughtful words of cheer; 

And plant sweet flowers of kindness 
To bloom in hearts like deserts drear. 

Help them to be brave and strong, 

With hearts more bright and gladsome ; 

And may we not forget while traveling along 
That sometime, everybody's lonesome. 



Page Sixteen 



Hope Sees a Star 

When darkness o'er the waves doth roll, 

Then the boatman sees a star; 
That sparkles like a brilliant gem, 

And seen both near and far; 

He glides along his lonely way, 
Yet cheered by that bright star; 

He rows with lighter heart towards home, 
No fear his soul doth mar. 

He trusts in Home whose advent here, 

Was marked by a shining star; 
Whose rays lit up old Bethlehem, 

And sent its light afar. 

Upon the boisterous sea of life, 

'Tis hope that sees a star; 
Its anchor cast within the veil, 

If sailing towards Heaven we are. 

Let sorrow's waves dash fierce and high 

If the boatman sees hope's star ; 
'Twill guide him till the night is o'er 

And he's safely crossed the bar. 

Then standing on the golden shore 

Just beyond the shining bar; 
The boatman reached his home at last 

Through hope that sees a star. 

Page Seventeen 



Wayside Minis trievS 

Christ U-avinu; llio sliccts of Jericho 
Ilaltetl at a blind man's cry ; 

Touched his eyes, and lo, he sees 
Flowers, trees and radiant sky. 

A rose was left at an invalid's bed, 
Its openinj;- petals brought in cheer; 

The one who gave it never knew, 
It brought the loving Saviour near. 

A man lot fall a word of hope. 

While working at his bench with zest; 
He never knew it dried a tear, 

And cased a tliiitlibiiii;, aching breast. 

While lutmcward bound he cast a smile. 
At a brother man with lalxir bent ; 

IhictMiscious that it eased a heart, 
That was with !.',rief and sorrow rent. 

riiese are wayside ministries. 

That scatter sunshine far and near; 
And cause this luinlened world to feel 
That the C'hrist of Icricho is here. 



Page Eighteen 



Silvered Clouds j 



The sunshine pierces through the gloom, 
Though dark has been the night; 

There's victory for us ahead 
However hard the fight. 

No burden is too heavy, 

That on the heart doth roll ; 
But He who cares for sparrows 

Will lift it from the soul. 

No billowy waves of sorrow, 

Against our bark is hurled; 
But leaves behind some precious pearls 

From God's eternal world. 

The tears are very many, 

There are hearts that oft do grieve; 
But love on swiftest pinions 

The hopeless souls relieve. 

Some days are dark and gloomy 
With clouds and falling rain; 

You can line them all with silver 
If you trust in Jesus' name. 



Page Nineteen 



And don't forget the city, 

That's beautiful, bright and fair; 
No pain, or care, or sorrow's tears 

Can ever enter there. 



Just climb the silver ladder, 

Whose rounds are rays of light; 

That reaches upward through the gloom 
To where there is no night. 



Page Twenty 



Rest 



In mother Nature's lovely corridors, 

Midst a bower of leaves and trees; 
With wide expanse of fields, 

My soul a charming vision sees. 

Beside an old stone wall, 

On which are clinging- vines; 
A sheep with snowy lambs so white 

Basks in the sun that shines. 

A sparrow on the crumbling wall 
Looks down upon this family sweet; 

It rests its tired wings awhile 
At mother Nature's gentle feet. 

Daisies peeping upward through the grass 

Bespeak God's loving, tender care; 
And little violets, too, so blue 

Whisper, the heavenly Father's there. 

A flock of grazing, contented sheep 

Draw near to the quiet stream ; 
Far away from the city's noisy din, 

No wonder of this restful nook, I dream. 

Page Twenty-One 



I hear the choir of bees and birds 

Chanting their sweet requiem of rest; 

Bidding me cast off all cumbering care 
And lean on mother Nature's breast. 

In a dream, I see Heaven beautiful, 
Where at the end of labor's years, 

Beside the Rock of Ages I shall rest 

With no heartaches, care or sorrow's tears. 

To be w^ith friends, I love so tenderly, 
Who have been so kind and good to me ; 

And with Jesus to remain forever 
Will rest most heavenly be. 



Page Twenty-Tzvo 



Be a Blessing j 



Bring to the world a courage brave 
A heart brim full of zeal and fire; 

Many from weakness you will save, 
Their faint and weary souls inspire. 

Let your own heart with love o'erflow, 
Like dew upon a famished flower; 

Just help another as you go, 
And be a blessing every hour. 

Be in the world a beam of light, 
That blesses every wayside flower; 

Help scatter all the gloom of night, 

Like rays shed from a light-house tower. 

Just be a blessing while you live, 
By being gentle, kind and true; 

Not only get, but freely give. 

Be like the Christ who died for you. 



Page Twenty-Three 



Life's Rugged Way 



There are stony places in Life's road, 

With many a hill that is high and steep; 
When yotir back will bend beneath the load, 

And you must every ounce of your courage keep ; 
Then waste not a moment to stop and sigh, 

A voice is whispering, "Be of good cheer," 
For He is with you who reigns on high, 

Push on, try harder, you need not fear. 



Remember how the Master went the way 

Of the cross and wore the crown of thorns ; 
Not a fretful word did they hear Him say, 

For He met with patience all life's storms; 
Unto His Father for strength he drew, 

The same way that's open for you and me. 
There leave your burden many or few. 

Then peaceful and happy your life will be. 



Page Tzventy-F our 



The Path to Success 



Hard work is the path that leads to success, 
While idleness brings poverty, all must confess; 
To get crow's eggs, you must climb up the tree ; 
Elbow grease, is the stuff to make gold with, you see. 

Every man must build up his own fortunes, nowadays, 
Shirt sleeves rolled up, leads on to what pays; 
The cat that sits longest, will sure get the mouse. 
The man who works hardest, ought to have the best 
house. 

Be diligent in business and you'll stand before kings. 
Success comes by plodding, never by wings ; 
You may pick up pebbles, for pearls you must dive, 
The bees keep ever at it, filling their hive. 

Don't expect to succeed by one stride or jump. 
Gold comes to no man in one great big lump ; 
By the sweat of the brow or Ijrain we earn bread, 
If man will not work, why expect to be fed? 

Remember, fidelity, is the price of the crown. 
Received only, by those who a cross will lay down ; 
If you e'er reach the city, whose streets are pure gold. 
Blend work with your faith, in the Bible we're told. 

Page Twenty-Five 



A Well Spent Day 



A new day dawns clear and splendid, 

What will it mean to thee? 
If thy faith and works are blended 

It will be spent usefully. 

Let us make blessed its hours 
Guided by God's sweet grace, 

Scattering sunshine and flowers 

Making lovely earth's desert place. 

Then we'll do something for others, 
E'er drops the curtain of night; 

To the men we meet who are brothers 
With struggles and battles to fight. 

Each day will be golden when ended 
If crowded with loving deeds ; 

Our wills with God's will blended 
In thought for the other man's needs. 

O day, whose sun knows no setting, 

In the land of pure delight; 
The reward of them ne'er forgetting 

To live each day for the right. 



Page Twenty-Six 



Momentous Moments 



A tick of the clock, is a moment, 

More than measureless stretches of time; 
Man can waste them in useless living, 

Or with them make life sublime. 

The beat of the heart, is a moment. 
And yet how momentous with fate; 

A man may take a step sinward. 
Or mount up to heaven's gate. 

A burst of a song, is a moment. 
If it reaches a heart that's drear, 

It may lift it out of the shadows 
Make it feel that a Saviour is near. 

The closing the eyes, is a moment, 

Yet time to offer the prayer 
"God be merciful to me a sinner" 

And the soul be justified there. 

Affliction is but for a moment. 

Like the speed of an arrow's dart; 

Yet it does its work of glory. 
On the tablet of the heart. 



Page Twenty-Seven 



The closing of life, is a moment, 

Like the swing of a pendulum rod; 

Yfet a moment that's crowded with blessing 
If the soul is trusting in God. 

"We shall all be changed in a moment, 

In the twinkling of an eye;" 
At the last sound of the trumpet, 

Victory o'er death is brought nigh. 

Our lives are but as a moment, 

Momentous, mark you, I pray; 
As breezes from the throne eternal. 

Rendered immortal are they. 



Page Twenty-Eight 



Givers of Light 



Go, scatter the sunshine 
The world needs each ray; 
Go, scatter it broadly 
By night and by day ; 
Go, scatter the sunshine, 
Let others be blest; 
Go, give them the sunlight 
The soul's precious behest. 

Go, let your light shine 
On men's darkened path ; 
Go, there is much needed, 
A soul cheering laugh ; 
Go, let your light shine, 
Turn darkness to day, 
Go, bring others to Jesus, 
And show them the way. 



Page Twenty-Nine 



Gladness of Heart 



Thou hast put gladness in my heart 

God, that ne'er from me doth part, 
When pressed with labor or at rest. 
The joy within doth stand the test. 

My days are never days of ease, 

1 till my ground and prune my trees; 
I labor hard, I toil and sweat, 

That gladness never left me yet. 

I put my sickle to the grain 
When waving golden in the plain ; 
I work so hard my brow is wet. 
That gladness in my heart is set. 

The sun is oft unkindly hot. 
Transforms my garden to a desert spot; 
But life is more than bread or meat. 
That gladness in my heart is sweet. 

Simply to the cross I cling, 

'Tis there my heart can freely sing; 

However hard my path may be, 

From Heaven's gates Christ beckons me. 



Page Thirty 



Make Me a Child Again 



Oh, to be near my Saviour, 

As I was when a child, 
Before sin's ways I tasted, 

And wandered into the wild. 

Oh, that the touch of heaven, 

So near in my infant days ; 
Was felt in my sterner manhood. 

As I walk earth's sinful ways. 

Turn back, O time, to yesterday. 

When 1 was but a boy ; 
That childhood love, and simple faith, 

May be my strenj;th and joy. 

Heaven 'round about in infancy, 

Will hover near us still. 
The Christ who loves the children 

Will the heart of manhood fill. 

The Christ for little children. 
Is the Friend for sterner life; 

Let us i^ray for his near presence, 
In our earthly toil and strife. 



Page Thirty-One 



Yes, we love the Christ of children, 
And the Christ for sterner years; 

The Christ, for younj^ and old alike. 
Who'll quiet all our fears. 

I'll work and pray more faithfully 
To enthrone my Saviour here ; 

Sorry, for my careless wasting 
Of many a golden year. 



Page Thirty-Two 



My Heart and I 



We are so happy, my heart and I, 

For we're trusting in a Saviour's love; 

Thoui^h we are living here on earth 

Our hopes are anchored in heaven above. 

We have sweet peace, my heart and T, 
Because our mind is stayed on God; 

Our lives are fragrant with his breath 
Like roses growing from the sod. 

We have calm rest, my heart and I, 
However hard or rough the road ; 

For Christ walks with us day by day 
And puts his shoulder 'neath our load. 

We have great comfort, my heart and I, 
There is a hand that drys our tears ; 

And binds the wounds that sorrow makes 
Along the pathway of our years. 

We feel so strong, my heart and I, 

"For as thy day thy strength will be" 

However hard the work to do, 

We hear him say, "Come follow me." 



Page Thirty-Three 



So we look up, my heart and I, 
To Christ who loves us both so well; 

And we shall true and faithful be, 
Until he says, "Come home to dwell.' 



Then we shall wing, my heart and I, 
Our way to mansions bright and fair; 

Then sweeping through the pearly gates 
We'll dwell with Christ forever there. 



Page Thirty-Four 



Life's Task 



Are your many tasks all finished, 
When the evening work is done? 

No! for on each bright tomorrow, 
Comes more tasks ere sets the sun. 

Like the Master we must toil sir, 

In the lowly fields of earth ; 
Scattering loving deeds of kindness, 

For such mission we had birth. 

Many, many hearts are aching, 
Many eyes are dimmed with tears; 

*Tis our task to lift the burden, 
As we travel through the years. 

Will a single golden sunset, 
Overtake us with empty hand? 

Not a single sheaf for Jesus 

When we at last before Him stand? 

Let us toil as faithful workmen, 

Till he says to me and thee, 
"Well done, good and faithful servants, 

Enter heaven and dwell with me." 



Page Thirty-Five 



Say "Thank You" to God 



Say "Thank you" to God in the morning hour, 
For keeping you safe through the night; 

Pray without ceasing for his indwelHng power, 
And the sheltering love of his might. 

Say "Thank you" to God at the noon hour, 
For his keei)ing thus far through the day; 

And whether 'til eve, comes sunshine or shower. 
Be sure and let God have his way. 

Say "Thank you" to God at the night hour, 
That your heart has not yielded to sin ; 

And on through your life, being kept by his power, 
You'll have peace and contentment within. 



Page Thirty-Six 



Business for the King 



Let us do business for our King, 
Not simply pray or speak or sing-; 
But fill the world with loving deeds, 
Don't trust to ancient forms or creeds. 

If we do business for our King, 
His principles we'll try to bring 
And make them real in human life, 
Amidst its toil and press and strife. 

We'll be a friend to every man, 

Help him in every way we can; 

Our lives will speak of Christ our King, 

And to the world his Spirit bring. 

We'll work among the lowly too, 
Just like the Master used to do; 
And lift the burdens from the heart. 
Bring sunshine and make gloom depart. 

Befriend some orphan girl or boy, 
Bring to their hearts a little joy; 
Yes, we'll do business for our King, 
A little heaven to earth we'll bring. 



Page Thirty-Seven 



We'll try and he the sort of men, 
Who try to do as C'hrist did, when 
He went about a doin^ good, 
In spirit of knightly brotherhood. 



Yes, we'll do business for our King, 
Till heaven's gates before us swing, 
And hear Him say to us "Well done, 
A crown of j^lory thou hast won." 



Page Thirty-Eight 



The Shadow of the Cross 



Turn (Hit the lij;hls let darkness reign, 

Around the painting grand ; 
Behold a glow of splendor shines 

Unseen on sea or land. 

It fills the room with a glory, 

That e'en outshines the sun ; 
You almost feel the angels near, 

That your home in heaven's begun. 

The Man of Sorrows stands alone. 

In a bleak and barren field ; 
Not a single violet or lily white 

Ilis heart from loneliness shield. 

A picture of his life so sad, 
Hardships that lillod his years; 

Sorrow that fmally crushed his heart. 
That dimmed his eyes with tears. 

O'er the shoiddcrs of this lonely man, 

Is the shadow of the cross; 
Its origin is a mystery, 

To explain it man's at loss. 



Page Thirty-Nine 



Its a picture of this darkened world, 
Where many sorrows reign; 

The shadow of the cross exhales 
A glory like a flame. 



Let the sun forever hide his face, 
And the stars fade from the sky ; 

Let the shadow of the cross appear, 
Lights, celestial greet the eye. 



When the gloom of death about me falls, 
Sun and stars no longer shine; 

Let the shadow of the cross appear 
And heaven's radiance will be mine. 



Page Forty 



Makers of Happiness 

May we live to bless our brothers, 
Help make the world to richer be ; 

Our deeds of sympathy be for others, 
Through us their hearts be lij^ht and free. 

Be like the dawn of morning-, 

That fills the sky with cheerful light; 
The river in its ceaseless flowing, 

Brings life and verdure day and night. 

Stooping like a tree with ripeness. 
That fills the sky with cheerful light; 

The river in its ceaseless flowing. 

Brings life and verdure daj and night. 

Stooping like a tree with ripeness, 

Weighed down with fruit that's meet; 

Or a rose, sowing the air with sweetness, 
Casting fragrance at our feet. 

Like the little songster singing, 

Drops its notes afar and near; 
As from tree to tree its winging. 

Floods each troubled heart with cheer. 

Like the Master live for others, 
Try their burdened hearts to bless; 

Look at other men as brothers, 

Help make for them pure happiness. 



Page Forty-One 



Christ the Wonderful 

The name of Christ is Wonderful, 
Who at liethlehem was born; 

In the lowly manj^cr cradle, 
For the poor, the sad, forlorn. 

The eye of Him is Wonderful 

That sees our inner need ; 
The ear that's open to our cry 

When we pray and when we plead. 

The heart of Him is Wonderful 

Filled with love so broad and deep ; 

And feet that travel mountainous ways 
To bring back the wandering sheep. 

The word of Him is Wonderful 
To cheer us when we're sad ; 

A voice that speaks l)otli sweet and kind 
To the good and to the bad. 

The spirit of Him is Wonderful 
That guides us in life's race ; 

Till we enter through the Gates Ajar 
And see Him face to face. 

The name of Him is Wonderful 
Who in P>ethlehem's manger lay; 

To Him the white robed choirs above 
Their sweetest homage pay. 



Page Forty-Two 



Love's Broken Wing 



There are hearts that are heavy with burdens, 

Around which sorrows cling; 
If you do not fly to comfort, 

Your love has a broken wing. 

There are sick ones in need of flowers, 
Or a song that you may sing; 

If you fail in that sweet mission, 
Your love has a broken wing. 

Yes, your love has a broken pinion, 
If you can help the fallen stand 

By a touch of timely warning. 
And you fail to offer your hand. 

There are hearts just full of evil. 
That Christ can from them fling; 

If you fail to bring them to him, 
Your love has a broken wing. 

I tell you, my fellow Christians, 
Your love has a broken wing; 

If it can't fly across the ocean. 
And to others the Gospel bring. 



Page Forty-Three 



If it does not lift its pinions, 

In response to a dying world's need, 

Love's wing is surely broken, 
A sad condition, indeed. 

Just lift love's wing, O Christian, 

Mount up as eagles strong; 
Help bring lost men to Jesus, 

And push this world along. 

Then by and by with love's swift pinions, 
You will fly through the gates of gold; 

To shine like the stars forever, 

Safe sheltered in the Saviour's fold. 



Page Forty-Four 



The Sweetest Story 



The sweetest story ever told, 
More precious far than gems or gold; 
Is that which tells of Jesus's love, 
Who came to earth from heaven above. 

To dwell among the poor of earth, 
In the midst of whom he had his birth; 
He toiled like others for his bread, 
And had no place to lay his head. 

He met temptation's fiercest strife. 
And bore the heaviest loads of life; 
His eyes were dimmed with sorrow's tears, 
A life of hardship filled his years. 

He labored on with little rest, 
Received the poorest, gave the best; 
Treated an enemy like a friend. 
His love through every act did blend. 

He gave his strength to help the weak, 
No man too sinful for him to seek; 
He bound up bruised and broken hearts. 
Brought cheer and sunshine to earth's mart's. 



Page Forty -Five 



In Gethsemane's garden all alone, 
For man's dark sin he did atone; 
Upon the cross his life he gave, 
For man of every race to save. 

He took from death its awful sting, 
Blest immortality did bring; 
And resurrection and the life, 
Man's star of hope in calm or strife. 

Tell this sweet story here and there 
At home abroad and everywhere; 
Of Jesus and his saving love, 
Till you pass through the gates abpve. 

Then join the angel choirs there, 
With harp and voice his love declare; 
The sweetest story ever told 
Floats down to earth from gates of gold. 



Page Forty-Six 



The Dawn of Spring 

The lilacs are in blossom, 
The birds are singing clear; 

The cherry trees are blooming white, 
We know that spring is here. 

The wild flowers too are opening, 
The trees are clothed with leaves; 

God with his mystic shuttle, 
His marvelous fabric weaves. 

The bees are humming gayly, 

Around the clover sweet; 
Where'er you chance to wander, 

Beauty, the soul doth meet. 

E'en the old vines are lovely. 
That climb the steeple tall; 

And creep along the grand old church, 
And cling to the moldering wall. 

The air is full of incense, 

Rising from myriads of flowers; 

You feel the touch of angel's wings, 
As you worship in nature's bowers. 

May beauty rise within our heart, 
Like the glorious dawn of spring; 

Our souls far lovelier will be, 
If to the God of flowers we cling. 



Page Forty-Seven 



spring's Messenger 

A song floats through my window, 

The note of a robin I hear; 
"Cheer up, cheer up" he is singing, 

A message that Spring draweth near. 

He comes to tell me that Winter, 
Will soon fold her wings and go ; 

In her place will come sunshine and flowers, 
That Spring brings with her you know. 

When his message of song was ended, 

He flew away to a tree ; 
But left behind a sweet blessing, 

A lesson for you and for me. 

And all through the spring and summer, 
His "cheer up" will sound sweetly and oft, 

Help chase away many a worry, 
Make life's yoke more easy and soft. 

Just learn to do as the robin. 

And sing your song of glad cheer; 

That this world so oft cold and dreary 
Knows Spring with her sunshine is near. 

Page Forty-Eight 



The Footfall of Spring 



Spring's gentle footfall soon we'll hear, 
We feel her sweet and gracious presence near; 
Her laden arms of choicest blossoms sweet 
Glad we will all be here her face to meet. 

She hangs her teeming blossoms on the trees 
That cast their fragrance on the balmy breeze ; 
She twines her green upon the crumbling wall 
And tenderly clothes the trees both great and 
small. 

She brings her lovely choir of singing birds, 
That chant the sweetest music ever heard ; 
With gentle touch she strikes her mystic harp, 
That charms the ears of all from morn 'Jil dark. 

Everywhere we see her matchless beauties. 
Inspiring us to grand and noble duties; 
Hope lies woven in her marvelous flowers. 
Tender wishes blossom 'neath her bowers. 

Gorgeous blessings in her sunlight shining, 
Tremulous leaves with soft and silver lining; 
Fill with joy our every beating heart. 
How loath we are from radiant Spring to part. 



Page Forty-Nine 



Her bursting- buds win our heart's affection 
Emblems of our own great resurection ; 
Witnessing her risen life on every hand, 
Lifts our thoughts to the bright and happy land. 



Page Fifty 



The Temple of Spring 

Silently doth the spring-time 
Her beautiful hand work weave, 

And clothes the trees on all the hills 
With their myriads of leaves; 

She adorns these rugged pillars 
With a beauty all their own, 

And covers them with lily-work. 

And with mosses, every stone. 

So without the sound of hammer, 

Her temple pillars raise, 
Beyond the dream of artists 

The walls with glory blaze; 
Her floors adorned with velvet rare,^ 

Of an exquisite shade of green, 
And draperies of every hue, 

The finest ever seen. 

Through her spacious corridors, 

An unseen presence walks ; 
By voice of bird and hum of bee 

In beautiful language talks. 
And fills the soul with rapture 

And lifts one's thoughts above, 
To the wise and gracious Architect 

Who planned it all with love. 



Page Fifty-One 



March 



O March, thou art so harsh and rough, 
Striking- the trees with thy hands, 

Shaking nature's pillars Sampson like. 
And binding them with icy bands. 

Thou causeth bird and man to shiver, 

And frighten the stripling trees; 
Making each bush to tremble, 

Snapping them across thy knees. 

Growl on, O angry March, 

Fiercely grind thy teeth ; 
Thou art not mad at mother Nature, 

But doth crown her with thy crystal wreath. 

Thou art kinder than we think ; 

Beneath thy mantle thcni dost bring 
Snow balls and lilacs beautiful; 

Sweet fragrance and the joy of Spring. 

Speed, thou chastening master, 

On thy swift and snowy wing; 
Thou dost bring blessings in disguise. 

We thank thee with the birds that sing. 

Page Fifty-Tjvo 



April's Easter Message 

The bursting bud and flowery bloom, 
That adorns old nature bright and fair; 

Bespeak of Christ who burst the tomb, 

Drove the monster death from out his lair. 

With many voices April sings, 

To make the heart leap and rejoice; 

And in the message spring time brings, 
I hear the resurrection voice. 

The tulip lifts its burnished cup. 

Filled with nature's nectar fine; 
Out from its wond'rous depths I sup. 

Life uplifting and sublime. 

The eternal Lord invisible, 

Hath raised from death each spear of grass; 
Through sunlit vale and emerald dell, 

I see the King of Glory pass. 

Thou art not dead, Life is thy goal. 
That throbs within the mortal clod; 

April with her gorgeous blooming soul 
Whispers, "Christ is risen," praise to God. 



Page Fifty-Three 



April's Gift to May 

The April showers trickle down, 

Upon the waiting earth ; 
A promise that May's lovely flowers 

Will very soon have birth. 

Their opening petals everywhere, 

Our eyes so soon will meet; 
No one but God can give to man 

These treasures half so sweet. 

Flowers for many hands to pluck. 
To fill earth's hearts with cheer; 

To breath from them their fragrance sweet 
One feels that God is near. 

Blossoms gathered for weary ones, 
Heaven's smiles from out the sod; 

Placed tenderly within their hands, 
Bring peace and cheer from God. 

The flowers that grow in wood and field 

And bloom in vale and hill ; 
Can twine around man's weary heart 

And with it their beauty fill. 

Like music falling on the ear, 
Is the patter of April showers ; 

That bring to rich and poor alike. 
May's exquisite gift of flowers. 

Page Fifty-Four 



A Summer Eve 



I am one day nearer the city of gold 
Where we lay our burdens down ; 

And the face of my Saviour I'll behold 
And receive from his hand a crown. 

The sun hath set in the golden west, 
The flowers have closed their leaves ; 

The birds have folded their wings to rest 
In nature's bowers and trees. 

A hush hath fallen o'er earthly things 
Like the calm among the stars; 

I feel hovering near, the angel's wings, 
Not a sound the silence mars. 

We need not be told that night is nigh, 

We feel its calm and rest ; 
That the Go4 of love doth reign on high 

And knows what for all is best. 

So may the close of life e'er be 
Like the calm of a summer night; 

When the soul like a bird shall upward flee, 
At the dawn of the morning light. 



Page Fifty-Five 



Autumn Glory 

I can see through my study window, 
That autumn is drawing nigh; 

A picture of glory greets me 
That dazzles my heart and eye. 

The canvas on which God has painted, 
This picture where glory cleaves, 

That startles my soul with its beauty, 
Is one made of autumn leaves. 

As if a million of broken rainbows 

Had fallen down on the trees. 
Shook from the sky by the angels 

And scattered like dust o'er the leaves. 

It's a picture of life at its autumn. 
Where beauty may also abound ; 

For a hoary head is a crown of glory 
When in the way of righteousness found. 

"We all do fade as a leaf" says the prophet, 
Yet it may be with true glory too. 

By fulfilling nobly our mission, 

And to the God of the forest be true. 

Let us glorify God in our bodies. 
Just like the leaves do the trees ; 

Be fruitful for Him at life's autumn 
When we fall away like the leaves. 

Page Fifty-Six 



Work Well Done 

The leaves have begun to fall, 
That heed Autumn's early call; 
Their mission is now complete, 
And they rest at Nature's feet. 

They clothe till comes the fall. 
The trees both great and small ; 
These myriads of leaves, 
Till Nature gleans her sheaves. 

How matchless are these leaves. 
That God with beauty weaves ; 
With tints from the rainbow bright 
And bathes them with his light. 

Faithfully have they served, 
And never from duty swerved; 
Till their work on earth is done 
And their crown of glory won. 

To our tasks may we be true, 
And faithfully each duty do ; 
Till God-like beauty cleaves 
To our souls like Autumn leaves. 

Then when sets life's evening sun. 
Our work will too be done ; 
Like these myriads of Autumn leaves 
When angels glean their sheaves. 



Page Fifty-Seven 



The Message of the Snow 



Angels shake their silken robes on high, 
The crystal Hakes hej^in to lly 
Upon earth's lloor i)elow; 
Carpetinj^" it with snow. 

Uniiumhi-red are these flakes that fly, 
God's own sweet thoughts from high; 
So are his mercies like Hakes of snow 
'J\) his children here below. 

The snow, like angel's robes so white 
Is scattered down as heaven's own light; 
lJl)on men's sonls here below, 
Making them white as snow. 

Throngh Christ's own blood as shed below, 
1m )r unnumbered mortals like the flakes of snow 
Shook out from angel's robes on high, 
Will whiten like these flakes that fly. 

His i)Ower will keej) us white as snow 
In our pilgrim journey here bclowj 
Till our spirit back to (lod will fly 
To angels and i>ur home on high. 



I'ayc Fifty-Ei</ht 



A New Leaf 



The Old Year is slowly dyin^, 
With its 4-ccord made and then, 

There's no use at all of cryinjj^ 
Over what we mi^ht have been. 

What we've written we have written 

On the tablet of the year; 
For the bad be sorely stricken, 

For the good have not a fear. 

Sheddinj^ tears o'er i)ast mistakes, 

With no effort tf) improve; 
Will be as lasting as snowflakes, 

No stain from off our hearts remove. 

We say "Tret's turn another leaf" 

As the New Year we begin ; 
Unless we change we'll c(jme t(j grief 

And commit again the same old sin. 

Begin the year with a cleaner heart. 

And prayerfully walk its unknown ways; 

From the Saviour do not part, 

And you'll merit I lis unstinted praise. 



Paae Fifty-Nine 



Whosoever Will* 

The greatest blessings God doth send, 
Are free to one and free to all ; 

No money for them need we spend, 
Whosoever will, is nature's call. 

The sweetest music for man or child, 
Is wafted from the birds that sing; 

The lovliest llowers groweth wild, 

Their fragrance scattering on the wing. 

No artist's brush can ever paint. 
The scenes that nature doth supply ; 

Their beauty's ready for the saint, 
Or sinner if he hath an eye. 

To bask in sunshine, breath pure air, 
Brings comfort, happiness and health; 

Sweet slumber from them, all may share, 
Without a bit of gold or wealth. 

These gifts that make us pure and strong, 
From Love old time can never break; 

These blessings rich and sweet belong 
To whomsoever will, that take. 

*Rev. 22 :17. 

Page Sixty 



God's Love* 



Of all the words that can be found, 
In the Bible leaves between; 

Are sweeter none to sinful men 
Than John three sixteen. 

They tell us God so loved the world, 
That his only vSon he gave; 

That whosoe'er in him believes, 
He would most freely save. 

How gracious are these words to man 
With sins so dark and rife ; 

If he accepts God's own dear Son, 
He'll have eternal life. 

That "whosoever" includeth you 

And me with all our sins; 
Lx)ve's door of mercy stands ajar, 

Arise, and enter in. 

The banner over us is love, 

Not for you or me alone ; 
But men of every race and clan 

Christ's own shed blood atones. 



Page Sixty-One 



O, spread the message of God's love, 
At home and everywhere; 
Till not a place on earth there'll be, 
But will have the Saviour there. 



♦John 3:16. 



Page Sixty-Two 



The Man of Sorrows* 



A Man of Sorrows, Christ, was he, 
Who was bruised for our iniquity; 
His heart was deeply grieved you see, 
For you and me, yes, sinful me. 

We esteemed him smitten of his God, 
And sorely stricken with the rod ; 
Who from sorrow's burden would not flee, 
But bore it all for you and me. 

*Twas our transp^ressions wounded Him, 
And he was bruised for our sins; 
His chastisement and stripes you see, 
Brought peace to y(ju, yes, you and me. 

"All we like sheep, have gone astray," 
And follow ()U our selfish way; 
Our iniquity on Him was laid, 
For you and me, sin's debt was paid. 

He would not from oppression flee, 
Would willingly afflicted be; 
And not a murmuring word said he. 
He closed his lips for you and me. 



Page Sixty-Three 



He with the wicked made his grave, 
Himself he could, but would not save; 
It pleased the Lord, He'd bruised be, 
His soul was offered for you and me. 

He bore this heavy weight of grief. 

That you and I might find relief; 

So pledge today and all tomorrows, 

Your love for Christ, the Man of Sorrows. 



*Isaiah 53. 



Page Sixty-Four 



The Primrose Way^ 



The path on which the Christian walks, 
To the world seems hard and steep; 

O'ershadowed with a pall of gloom, 
Naught but prickly thorns to reap. 

It's a path of sweet obedience, 

Of trust in God's dear Son ; 
An expanding, ever-growing life, 

Where the deepest joy is won. 

It's a path that shineth more and more, 

With silvery rays of light; 
Where hope will gladden the saddest day, 

Gild with stars the darkest night. 

By faith the Christian on this way. 

Hears music clear and sweet, 
And hovering 'round are angel bands, 
To guard and guide his feet. 

The butterfly may forget the day. 
When from the chrysalis it flew. 

It never fades from the Christian's mind, 
His emergence into sunshine blue. 



Page Sixty-Five 



The simple word, the humble task, 
The common air, the earth, the skies. 

To the consecrated child of God 
Are openings to paradise. 

The outward man is perishing. 

The inner renewed day by day ; 
But the soul is drawing nearer God, 

If we walk the primrose way. 



*Prov. -itlS. 



Pagt Sixty-Six 



The World's Uplifter^ 



This world that's sunk in sin and shame, 

Needs a lever mighty strong; 
To lift it out from darkened depths, 
Turn sorrow into song. 

Will false religions lift the world, 

That's sunk in sin and shame? 
Through many centuries they failed. 

Because man-made they're lame. 

Philosophy has boasted long. 

Of victories for man : 
Yet the world that's sunk in sin and shame 

Has lifted not nor can. 

Men call science a lever strong. 

To lift this world but then, 
It deals with atoms and with stars, 

Not quivering hearts of men. 

Bring on your culture others say, 

Refine away earth's sin; 
But polished manners cannot cleanse, 

A heart unclean within. 



Page Sixty-Sez-en 



Beneath this world of sin and shame, 

Let this great lever be; 
"If I be lifted from the earth, 

Will draw all men unto me." 



♦John 12 :32. 



Page Sixty-Eight 



"To Live is Christ"* 



Who obeyed the Master's loving call; 
"For me to live is Christ," said Paul 
And counted everything as loss 
To bring the sinful to the cross. 

After many years in hardship's thrall, 

These words were spoken by the Apostle Paul; 

Suffering hunger, thirst and cold, 

In perils of heathen and robbers bold. 

When troubles rise like mountains tall, 
He lives as Christ, the Apostle Paul; 
With bleeding back in prison flung, 
To God the sweetest praises sung. 

When on his heart, the burdens fall, 
Still lives as Christ, the noble Paul; 
Though stoned, and shipwrecked in the sea 
A night and day on the deep was he. 

The aim for Christians one and all, 
Is to live as Christ and his servant Paul; . 
Thus make all men speak well of Him, 
Who came on earth to save from sin. 

Page Sixty-Nine 



"For mc to live is Christ," Paul said, 
Until to God his spirit fled; 
And if we follow in his train, 
"To live is Christ, to die is gain." 



♦Phil. 2 :21. 



Page Seventy 



The Pilot of Civlilec* 



I'm not afraid to sail life's sea, 

However weak or frail 1 he ; 
If on the helm there rests the hand, 

Of Him wIm) sailed on (Jalilce. 

Known in ihe fiercest storms to sail, 

When the hoat was rocked hy a boisterous gale; 

With one (■()iiiiiiaiid I \r liiislu'd the SCa, 
lu storm or caliii lie will not fail. 

What though my lu-arl is liKc the sea, 

When swept hy the winds of (ialilee; 
Tie who spake the "peace he still," 

Will calm my restless soul for me. 

Not a fear have I to cross life's sea, 

For Christ's on hoard the ship with me; 

''J'will safely cross the bar at last. 
My trust's in the I'ilol of (Ialilee. 

Wiien I have crossed life's billowy sea, 
Wccj) not for C'hrist's in the bark with me, 

I'eyond the reach of every finale, 

( )n shore with the I'iiot of (ialilee. 

*iVIark. -1 ::'>!). 

I'lif/c Seventy One 



**We Would See Jesus'' 

"We would see Jesus" 
Our hearts are full of sin, 
His blood can cleanse within, 
He can surely save us. 

"We would see Jesus" 
Burdens our hearts do press, 
The world's best men confess 
He can truly help us, 

"We would see Jesus" 
Our eyes are dimmed with tears. 
Sorrow hath tracked our years. 
He always will relieve us. 

"We would see Jesus" 
Our hearts are full of fear. 
We'll lose our friends so dear, 
He will not forsake us. 

"We would see Jesus" 
In sermons that we hear, 
The songs that reach our ear. 
Then they will help us. 

"We would see Jesus" 
In all life's journey here. 
In Heaven not far but near, 
We will see Jesus. 



Page Seventy-Two 



God Seeth the Heart* 



We see the outward acts of men, 

Out in the busy mart; 
God sees the motive tliat's within, 

He looks upon the heart. 

We judge our fellows by what they do. 

How soon our love departs ; 
God tests a man by what he is, 

He looks upon the heart. 

We think men great because of dress, 

Of fame or gold or art ; 
God calls men great who live to serve, 

He looks upon the heart. 

The shell we see, but God the pearl, 

Which stands to him apart; 
We judge the scattering deeds of men, 

But God will judge the heart. 

To study to be approved of God, 

Should be our anxious part; 
And not what men may think or say, 

'Tis God who sees the heart. 



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The destiny that will fix our past 
Is not what we have but g,rt ; 

To be with Christ in heaven at last 
Depends upon our heart. 



*ISam. 16:7. 



Page Seventy-Four 



The Beautiful Gate* 



At the temple gate called Beautiful 

A loving deed was done, 
Without either gold or silver, 

An immortal soul was won. 

Every gate is called Beautiful 
That opens the place of prayer; 

Where heart holds fellowship with heart, 
And meets the Saviour there. 

That gate may be called Beautiful, 
Though built of common wood; 

Where a human soul is started 
On the path that's pure and good. 

You can have your gate called Beautiful 

By extending helping hands ; 
To a sin-bound, crippled traveler. 

And loosen his fettered bands. 

God calls every gate Beautiful 

Be it gold or be it pine; 
Where a soul doth pass from death in sin 

To the Christian life sublime. 



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Heaven's pearly gates called Beautiful 

Stand ajar for one and all 
Who spend their life in Christ-like deeds, 

And hear the needy's call. 



♦Acts 3 :2. 



Page Seventy-Six 



A Buried Treasure* 



Thy word williin my heart is hid, 

More precious far than j^old ; 
Prevents my wanderings into sin 

And from the Saviour's fold. 

The sheet anchor of my hope, 

These words from God's own book; 

Which I have hicUlen in my heart 
As toward hfe's jj;oal I look. 

Thy word that's hidden in my heart, 

Is an anchor sure in storm ; 
A mirror that reilects to me 

The lovely Saviour's form. 

The One who sailed on Galilee, 

And mastered wind and wave; 
He spoke the words of "Peace be still;" 

And the disciples He did save. 

While severely tempted, fear ye not, 

If in your heart is found; 
The livings throbbing words of life, 

To truth you will be bound. 

♦Psalms 11!) :U. 

Paye Seventy- Seven 



Unto the Hills* 



Lift thine eyes unto the hills, 
There find cure for all your ills; 
"My help cometh from the Lord" 
Peace my spirit fills. 

Lift thine eyes unto the hills, 
When the heart to wander wills; 
"He'll not sufifer thy foot to be moved" 
Strength my spirit fills. 

Lift thine eyes unto the hills, 
When worry every fibre grills; 
"I will keep him in perfect peace" 
Calmness my spirit fills. 

Lift thine eyes unto the hills. 
When sorrow thy being chills; 
"Let not your heart be troubled" 
Comfort thy spirit fills. 

Lift thine eyes unto the hills. 
When joy thy soul harp thrills ; 
"He that keepeth the law happy is he" 
God my spirit fills. 

*Psalms 121 :1. 

Page Seventy-Eight 



Tomorrow* 



I do not ask to know tomorrow, 
Nor what's in store of joy or sorrow ; 
I have no cause for worry then, 

Since He, my Father knows. • j 

( 

I do not need to see tomorrow, ; 

Nor any anxious thoughts to borrow ; | 

Its dawn I calmly wait with peace, 1 

Since He, my Father sees. "I 

Naught fill my heart but love, tomorrow, ; 

E'en though the tears my brow do furrow; ■ 
Come weal or woe, come joy or pain. 

Since He, my Father, loves. ] 

i 
No need of anxious care tomorrow, 

For He who notes the falling sparrow; ] 

Clothes the lilies of the field, ' 

'Tis He, my Father, cares. j 



He knows. He sees. Fie loves. He cares, 
My blessed heavenly Father cares; 
He knows my heart. He sees my need, 
My heavenly Father knows and heeds. 

♦Matt. 6 :26, 27. 

Page Seventy-Nine 



Guardian Angels 

The angels hover 'round the path 
Of those in the secret place ; 

Who abide beneath the wings of God, 
And walk the Christian race. 

Yes angels are in charge of thee, 

To keep in all thy ways ; 
To bear thee up within their arms, 

And guard thee all thy days. 

Lest thou dash thy foot against a stone 

And other dangers meet ; 
They'll shelter thee beneath their wings, 

And guide thine erring feet. 

Thou shalt tread upon the lion bold, 

And slay the adder, too ; 
The dragon stamp beneath thy feet, 

For God's angels guardeth you. 

Sweet and blessed guardian angels. 
Hovering 'round my Christian way ; 

I'll trust the shelter of thy wings. 
Till dawns the eternal day. 

*Psalms 91. 

Page Eighty 



Christ on the Shore* 



What though the storms and winds do rage, 

If on the shore Christ's near? 
Let thunder roar and Hghtning flash, 

His presence casts out fear. 

Not a sparrow falls but his Father knows, 

He surely cares for thee ; 
Let the tempest rage and billows roll, 

If his blessed face you see. 

He's the silver lining to every cloud, 

The anchor in every storm ; 
What though the billows rock the sea, 

If on the shore you see his form? 

He stands upon the shore of life, 

He sees you toil and row ; 
He lifts the hand and stills the sea. 

He calms the winds that blow. 

He's now beyond the gates of gold. 

Stands on the shore on high ; 
Be faithful as you toil and row, 

Then you can to his bosom fly. 



*John 31:4. 



Page Eighty-One 



My Father Knows* 



Since He my Heavenly Father knows, 
The path o'er which my journey goes; 
I walk with firm and steady tread, 
With Him I have no foes to dread. 

The fact my Heavenly Father knows, 
The secret tactics of my foes ; 
He'll help me conquer in the fight 
And guide me safely into light. 

The fact my Heavenly Father knows, 
My heart when pressed with pain and woes; 
Can help me when all helpers fail, 
By trusting Him I shall prevail. 

And He who knows will never sleep, 
A vigil o'er my soul will keep ; 
He'll guard me with his wings of love. 
Till homed at last in heaven above. 



*Psalms 103:14. 



Page Eighty-Two 



Tomorrow Too Late* 



Tomorrow may be too late, 

For the song that you should sing 
Into some lonely heart, 

That will peace and comfort bring. 

Yes, tomorrow may be too late, 
For the kindly word to be said 

To that discouraged one, 
Shut in, on an invalid's bed. 

Too late, too late, my friend, 
To carry that rose so sweet. 

That will wither before tomorrow, 
And its petals fall at thy feet. 

Too late may be tomorrow. 
To clasp with a friendly hand, 

The youth that sin hath bound, 
With its strong and fettered band. 

Don't wait until tomorrow. 

To twine for mother's head 
Love's sweet affection wreath. 

Now, let the words be said. 



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Toinonow may l)o too late, 

To bestow your soul's deep love 

Not on the thinj^s of earth, 
But on the Christ above. 

Now is the accepted time, 

To siiif4 yoiu" swc'i'lcsl sonj^", 
And scatter your lovclicsl (lowers, 
b'luli (lay as you ^o alonj;-. 

Fill each hour willi golden deeds, 
Lovely and kind and true, 

And then the sad words, "Too late," 
Will never be heard by you. 



*Jas. 4:14. 



l\i(/c Higlity-l\>ur 



Lijihts and Shadows* 



We can't always walk in the sunlij^ht, 
In this world of care and tears; 

Wc must all ex])ect sonic shadows, 
As we ^lidc alon^ the years. 

Wc can't always have fair weather, 
Clouds dark and threatening^ form; 

Ikit arched by the matchless rainbow, 
They pass with each dying storm. 

So God wra])S his arms around us, 

And whispers of his love; 
His presence hovers o'er us. 

Like the snowy winj^s of a dove. 

Wc must i)ass through the shadowy valley, 
Whcr(.' dark fears our hopes destroy; 

But lie who cares for sparrows, 
Turns our sfjrrow into joy. 

"He that gocth forth and weepeth 

l>earing the precious seed ; 
Will doubtless come again rejoicing," 

liringing the sheaves of word and deed. 



Page I'.ujhly-Pive 



We shall know what means life's shadows. 
When the mists have rolled away ; 

When God's eternal sunshine 
Silvers the sorrows of a day. 



♦Psalms 126 :6. 



Page Eighty-Six 



Midnight Music* 



Not alone when sunlight splendid, 
Bathes my soul with radiant light; 

But when cheerful daylight's ended, 
God's song is with me in the night. 

In the night when gloom seems heavy, 
When many burdens press my heart; 

Then it is God's song is ready 
To my soul his joy impart. 

When at midnight I'm in sadness, 
Tears flow faster than at day ; 

Yet his song thrills me with gladness 
Sorrow folds its tent and steals away. 

Worries, like clouds, pile up at midnight, 
Overwhelm my heart with fear; 

God's song silvers them with sunlight, 
And I feel the Saviour near. 

When I pass through death's dark valley, 
Its gloom and shadows o'er me roll ; 

My faith and hope will surely rally, 
If God's sweet music fills my soul. 



Page Eighty-Seven 



The new song I shall sing in glory, 
In the land of endless day; 

The song that tells redemption's story 
And drives all midnight gloom away. 



♦Psalms 42 :8. 



Page Eighty-Eight 



Refuge* 



O, Rock of Ages, high above 

The storms that trouble me ; 
My soul no other refuge finds, 

In faith, I fly to Thee. 

Like a bird, wearied with the winds 
That swept it right and left; 

O'erwhelmed, I fly to Thee great Rock 
And take shelter 'neath the cleft. 

My hope Thou Rock of Ages art 

When sorrow fills my soul ; 
Or when temptation's angry waves 

Like billows o'er me roll. 

When death's dark shadows on me fall, 

My soul's swift pinions rise 
To that blessed Rock of Ages, 

Man's refuge in the skies. 

Ajid when the storms of life are o'er, 

In that fair haven sweet, 
Beyond the reach of wind and wave, 

I will, my Pilot, meet. 



Page Eighty-Nine 



And thank Him for his guiding hand, 
That helped me cross the bar; 

And for the Rock that hideth me 
Within the Gates Ajar. 



♦Psalms 61:2. 



Page Ninety 



Ready for the Bridegroom* 

"Behold the brideg^room comcth" 
Will fall on your ears some day, 

Will your lamps be trimmed and burning 
When the Master comes your way? 

"Behold the bridegroom cometh" 
Morning, noon, or night may be, 

And whether you're wise or foolish 
Depends on the oil, you see. 

The oil is the Holy Spirit, 

Poured out so full and free ; 
If your lamp is trimmed and burning 

The Spirit abides in thee. 

The bridegroom may tarry his coming, 
'Tis foolish to slumber and sleep, 

In such an hour as ye think not 
To a closed door you'll creep. 

Hark ! 'tis the bridegroom speaking, 

"I know you not" says he; 
Far wiser to watch and be ready, 

That the door may swing wide for thee. 

*Matt. 25 :10. 

Page Ninety-One 



Satisfaction* 



"I shall be satisfied." 
Not with a beautiful home, 
Or broad acres to roam ; 
Not with abundance untold, 
Both of silver and gold ; 
Not with rubies and pearls, 
Or diamonds and beryls ; 
Not with hosts of dear friends, 
Or a crown of pure gems; 
Not with gaining the world, 
With fame's banner unfurled; 
Not when all these I take, 
But in Christ's likeness awake; 

"I shall be satisfied." 



♦Ps. 15.17. 



Page Ninety-Two 



My Friend 



We say good bye ; thou art not gone, 

True friends can never part ; 
Our prayer is one, our faith is one, 

And we are one in heart. 
No rails of steel can e'er divide 

Two hearts which friendship seals; 
But as the days melt into years 

Their mutual love reveals. 

I take a look in memory's glass, 

His pleasant face I see ; 
His kindly voice and loving words 

Are whispering still to me. 
The stars that greet his waiting eye 

Are looking down on mine ; 
The moonlight beams that flood his path 

Around my footsteps shine. 

Beneath God's same great dome we dwell, 

By his loving hand we're fed ; 
We're walking in one narrow way 

By His kindly light we're led. 
To one great, welcome throne of grace 

By faith and trust we come ; 
And find new strength in praying thus 

To walk towards heaven our home. 

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Our hopes, our happiness and life 
In one blessed Saviour meet ; 

No power on earth or heaven can break 
A friendship half so sweet. 

Thrice happy, he whose quest has found 
So true, so kind a friend; 

Such love shall grow through life's decay- 
When the walk on earth shall end. 

And meeting at the Gates Ajar, 

The friend we loved on earth, 
A fellowship surpassing all 

Will then and there find birth. 
To dwell forever with the Christ 

In the home so sweet and fair ; 
Heaven will be more sweeter far 

Because my friend is there. 



Page Ninety-Four 



The Silver Chord* 



Sometime the silver chord will break, 
That binds my soul to earthly clay; 

Yet, if with Christ life's journey make, 
I'll enter Heaven's pearly way. 

That silver chord is sure to break, 
Just how or when I cannot tell; 

Yet, if in Heaven, my soul awake, 
Come soon or late, it will be well. 

Then to your heart the Saviour take, 
Keep close within his sheltered fold; 

Then when the silver chord doth break, 
Your feet will press the streets of gold. 

Then I shall meet my Saviour there, 
And look upon his face so fair; 

To join the heavenly chorus sweet. 
And cast my trophies at his feet. 



*Eccl. 12:6. 



Page Ninety-Five 



Sweet r'ellowship 



Pill ;iiiv Iniiilcn upon iiK\ 

( )iily sustain mo I .ord ; 
Wrap riiiiio aims ol hive alxnit inc. 

Tlion lu^ patli will ho [oo haril. 

Sond nio aiiyw lioro, Maslor, 

Only };o with mo ioo ; 
If (ho roail is riuii-li, no matter, 

If •i>nly 1 can bo with yon. 

Sever any tie but this tie. 

That binds to Thv sor\ ioo ami heart ; 
Lot mv ila\s lil^o swill winded birils ily, 

If riioo and mo nood not part. 

May wo two bo friends forever, 

On "t il life's I'/ddon o\e ; 
Then j^o to the heavenly home toj^ether 

Where neither will ha\e to leave. 



i'(j</<f Nhu'ty-Six 



The Bond of Friendship 



In tliis rusliiiiL; world of push and toil, 

When men only of business lliink; 
Its like a breath from the jasj^er sea, 

When your heart with a friend you link. 

It lifts life's burdens from out your heart, 
When your love with a friend you blend; 

It fans from your brow the heat of strife, 
Gives joy that will never end. 

It pervades your life with an atmosphere. 

In which virtue's flowers bloom ; 
It lines your clouds with silvery lif^ht. 

And casts from your soul all gloom. 

It helps to shake off the sins that cling. 
As swans, water, from their wings of snow; 

It cheers you on as with heaven's chimes 
That sounds through this world below. 

Ambition's ladder is made more clear. 

And you climb its rounds of gold; 
When you feel your feet a-slipping back, 

It's the hands of your friend that hold. 

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No clouds hover o'er your life so dark, 
But by a beautiful rainbow's spanned; 

If you know there beats the friendly heart 
And feel the touch of his hand. 

A new man within you is then evolved, 

Whom through Christ no power can rend; 

And this bond is made the stronger too 
By this union with your friend. 



Page Ninety-Eight 



Companionship 



My Master Christ is ever near, 
See's each falling tear; 
Looks upon me from above 
With a heart brim full of love. 

Calls me when I go astray, 
Removes my worries every day; 
Guards me from temptation's dart. 
Gives me purity of heart. 

Renews my strength when I am weak, 
Keeps me humble, kind and meek, 
Cheers me when the day is drear, 
Makes his providence more clear. 

Lifts from off my heart the load. 
That makes so hard the smoothest road; 
Warns me when I'm going wrong. 
Turns my sorrow into song. 

Guides my erring feet aright. 
Gives me courage in the fight; 
Never leaves me once alone. 
For every sin he doth atone. 



Page Ninety-Nine 



A blest companionship I find 
With this Friend true and kind; 
Sweeter than all else beside, 
Till T reach life's eventide. 

When my spirit takes its flight 
To the land of endless light; 
I shall see then, face to face. 
My great Companion in life's race. 



Page One Hundred 



A Friendless Man 



In man's heart without a country, 

Despair and misery blend; 
Yet he has still as hard a lot 

Who calls no man his friend. 

Let a man possess his millions, 
With houses and lots to lend; 

He is poorer than the poorest man 
Who calls no man his friend. 

The common man with scanty fare, 
Having hearts with his to blend; 

Can't envy the lonely man with gold, 
Who fellowships no friend. 

If you're to possess far more than he, 
Who upon his gold depends; 

You must to others friendly be, 
And you'll not lack for friends. 

However many friends you have, 

Of one kind or another, 
You're poor if He is not your Friend, 

Who sticketh closer than a brother. 



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Tvvo Companions 

There are two who walk together. 
O'er life's steep and rugged way; 

The Christian and his Saviour. 
Through darkness and bv day. 

No matter how hard the burdens 
That press the Christian's heart. 

The unseen Form beside him 
Will bear the largest part. 

;Many may be the heartaches 
Of the Christian pilgrim here; 

But the gentle hand beside him 
Will dry each falling tear. 

No Christian need be lonely. 

Howe'er dark the night or day ; 
The blessed One beside him 

Will be with him now. ahvay. 

AMien the Christian's sun is sinking. 
Beyond the golden west ; 

The One who stands beside him 
Will give him peace and rest. 

These two go home together. 
One to sit upon the throne; 

The other to stand beside Him 
In the saints' eternal home. 

Page One Hundred and Tzco 



The Hour of Prayer 

Of all the hours that come to me, 

None are so sweet and fair; 
To buoy me up and give me strength, 

As the one sweet hour of prayer. 

The many paths my feet have trod 

In my goings here and there; 
My heart has found a spring of joy, 

In the holy place of prayer. 

We know not when the storms arise, 

When lightning fills the air; 
Yet anchored like a ship at sea, 

By the blessed hour of prayer. 

We're all aware that sin abounds, 

With its red and blinding glare; 
Yet walk with optomistic tread, 

With faith in the hour of prayer. 

You see the many wrongs of men, 

Oppressed with pain and loss ; 
Their hopes lie anchored in the words, 

Christ's prayer upon the cross. 

And in the maddening maze of things. 

When pressed by toil and care ; 
"To one fixed stake my spirit clings," 

That is the hour of prayer. 

Page One Hundred and Three 



My Prayer 

I do not pray that life may be 

All sunshine sweet; 
But when its trials shall come to me 

I may not forj^et the mercy seat. 

I pray not for an easy task to do 

In Thy vineyard here ; 
But in all my work be true 

And always feel Thee near. 

I pray not the highest appointment to serve 

But in the lowly place; 
And yever from Thy side to swerve 

In life's ascending race. 

I do not l^ray to know the morrow, 
But walk by faith, not sight ; 

And never anxious trouble borrow, 
Then life's burdens will be light. 

I do not pray to understand the way I go, 
But have Thy guiding hand. 

Along my journey here below 
On to the heavenly land. 

I pray to end with jt>y. life's race, 

Having lived for Thee; 
Then I shall see Thee face to face 

And be crowned with victory. 

Page One FliniJrcd and Four 



My Morning Prayer 



Father, help me begin this morning, 
With a perfect trust in Thee; 

Thy lovely grace, my soul adorning, 
My thoughts, those, of sweet charity. 

Keep me through the day from sinning, 
Hold Thou fast my trembling hand; 

O'er each temptation ever winning 
True and faithful let me stand. 

Help me to be kind and loving, 
Just as Jesus would have me be; 

Keep a light for Him a-shining 
To bless and cheer humanity. 

When the shades of eve are falling, 
And the sun doth fade from view ; 

May I have sweet peace in knowing, 
Father, I have walked with you. 

May my days be spent in serving. 
In ever pleasing ways to Thee; 

Till life's sun shall set at evening 
To rise and shine in eternity. 



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I pray to be ready for that meeting 
With the Christ who died for me; 

And be worthy of the greeting 
When his blessed face I see. 



Page One Hundred and Six 



My Evening Prayer 



Saviour, on my bended knee, 
I would strive Thy face to see; 
For Thy mercy Lord I plead, 
Help me in this hour of need. 

If unkind I've been in word or deed. 
Forgive me, Lord, I humbly plead; 
Fill my soul this close of day 
With larger, sweeter, charity. 

Evil oppressed, I fly to Thee, 
Let every sin die out in me ; 
Help me feel Thy cleansing power, 
O, make me clean this very hour. 

If I've failed this day to do Thy will, 
Have mercy, Lord, I love Thee still ; 
Reveal once more Thy lovely face. 
Bestow upon me more of grace. 

Strong, O Lord, my soul will be. 
If now in prayer Thy face I see ; 
Stamp Thine image on my heart. 
From Thy side, I would not part. 



Page One Hundred and Seven 



riii\ni;;h .ill tlio luMns ot" loiiolv ui^ht. 
1 ot mo not ot riiv laoo lose si,i;lu ; 
And tlunij^h I ho il.iy ilawn tlark vM' oloar 
1 still, will tool 1 l\v prosotioo uoav. 

Help tuo hide. O. Mossod 1 amcI. 
Within my heart Thx' prooions wotil ; 
rhoi\ tonuMiow will 1h^ spent tor Thee. 
And Us horns will Inini' viet*M"v. 



Pagf Our Hund'rd .hu/ h'iijht 



Jewels From the Hi^hways^ 



(ji> out 1)1 flic lnyhW'iy^ anr| hclj^CH, 

Go, saifl the Master oi rncn ; 
Seek in each lone ru>ok the waiKl'.rcrH 

Who arc nine out of every ten. 

Those who arc strangers to Jesus, 
L'ntouchcfl \>y his wonMcrful love; 

Jiound to sin and to j^lcasurc, 

With i\<> thoii^^it of heaven above. 

Sheep, wandering without a shepherd, 

Far, far away from the fold; 
'J lie ninety and nine who are wanderers, 

More i^reeious to (Jirist than j^ure gold. 

'J here are eliildren, bright jewels from heaven, 
iieing tarnished i^y tlic forces of sin; 

Go out in the highways, said Jesus, 
Anrj gather the little ones in. 

'Jhere are hearts that are heavy vyith burdens, 
Eyes that are brimming with tears; 

Away from the heart of all comfort, 
Sin shattered, wasting their years. 

Paye One llun'lred and Nine 



Go out in the streets of the city. 
And gather the poor, halt, and blind ; 

The great feast of love is all ready. 
And the Master's forgiving and kind. 

Go gather these jewels for Jesus, 
As sparkling gems of his crown; 

Sad to meet Christ at last empty handed 
When the highways with jewels abound. 

"Well done" he will say to the gatherers 
Of diamonds rough from the street; 

When we lay them all polished and splendid, 
As sparkling gems at his feet. 



*Luke 14.23. 



Page One Hundred and Ten 



Winning Souls for Jesus 



Winning souls for Jesus, 

A work which Angels crave ; 
A work that's encircled with glory, 

In the byways, seeking to save. 

Winning souls for Jesus, 

A work for the brave and true; 

A work that Christ commanded, 
Yet only done by few. 

Go, then, win souls for Jesus, 

Go work, while 'tis called today; 

Fear not, but speak to the wanderer, 
God's spirit has paved the way. 

Winning, yes winning for Jesus, 

The souls He died to set free; 
You will hear him say in glory, 

"Well done, thou hast won them for me." 

Prov. 11:30. 



Page One Hundred and Eleven 



Take the Lad With You 



Said Judah to his brother Joseph : 

"I ask this question of thee ; 
'How shall I go up to my father 

And the lad not with me be?'" 

A question that breathes with sorrow 

And touches a father's heart, 
And reveals the brother's reason 

Why loath with the lad to part. 

Go home and the lad not with me, 

Applies to the earthly sphere ; 
What about your journey to heaven 

Will the lad not go with you there? 

Go to heaven and the lad not with thee? 

The very thought should lead you to prayer; 
For it will cause the Saviour sorrow 

And break the home circle up there. 

Is that lad in your home a Christian? 

To Christ your answer must be ; 
As a follower of Jesus be faithful. 

And you'll take the lad home with thee. 

Gen. 44:34. 
Page One Hundred and Twelve 



Where is Abel Thy Brother? 



Oh, where is Abel thy bnjther? 

The question is old, yet new; 
It has to do with another, 

Hence is asked of me and of you. 

What can I do for Abel my brother? 

Is a question that applies to you; 
For it has to do with some other, 

And makes every life rinj^ true. 

Is Abel thy brother in sorrow? 

His burden is your burden too; 
Don't put off your help 'til tomorrow, 

Today is the time for you. 

Is Abel thy brother a Christian? 

A momentus question you see, 
And one that should cause contrition 

On the jjart of you and of me. 

Go tell Abel thy brother of Jesus, 
And you have done your part; 

For him be ])raycrfully anxious, 

And y<ju'll help Christ win his heart. 



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Oh, where is Abel thy brother? 

God asks this question of you; 
You can't make it apply to another, 

And to Christ be faithful and true. 

Yes, I'll help Abel my brother, 
I'll help him not once but thrice; 

For remember in helping another. 
You are doing it as unto Christ. 



Gen. 4:9. 



Page One Hundred and Fourteen 



Jesus and the Children* 



The children whom the Lord hath j^iven thee, 
As one of life's most sacred trusts ; 

Should be early led to Jesus' feet, 
It is only right and true and just. 

They are as clay in the potter's hands, 

In the plastic years of life ; 
To mold them into the image of Christ, 

Brings blessings golden and rife. 

The children whom the Lord hath given thee. 
Have been purchased by Jesus' blood; 

Bring them to him in their tender years. 
And you'll take the tide at its flood. 

"Let the little ones come unto me," 
Are the words oi the Master today; 

If you will only listen and take heed 
You'll start them in the narrow way. 

How careless we are v;ith the children 
Whom Christ is seeking to win 

Before any evil has touched them 
Or they're held by the fetters of sin. 



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For the spiritual care of these children, 
You must not on others depend; 

But by prayer, entreaty and counsel, 

Lead them to Jesus, the little ones friend. 



Isiah 8:18. 



Page One Hundred and Sixteen 



The Waiting Saviour 



Christ is waiting to be gracious 

To a sinful race of men ; 
Yet in yielding to his spirit, 

How very slow we all have been. 

Christ is waiting for the lost one, 
He who bears a load of sin ; 

But man rudely bars his heart's door, 
And will not let the Saviour in. 



While He waits we are the losers, 
Wasting many a golden year; 

Let us rise and go to Jesus, 
While the Holy Spirit's near. 

Yes the waiting Saviour meets us, 
Forgives, and quiets all our fears; 

Lifts from off our hearts the burden. 
Praise and love Him through the years. 



Isiah 30:18. 



Page One Hundred and Seventeen 



Suppose 



Suppose that gold were offered you, 
For each soul to Christ you'd win ; 

Would money be stronger than love divine 
As a motive to win men from sin? 

Suppose you'd see a blind man walk 

Close to a precipice brink, 
Swift to his side with a friendly hand 

His arm in your own you'd link. 

Yet all about are immortal souls, 

Blind to a Saviour's love ; 
Who. because of no warning- from you, 

Are lost to heaven, the home above. 

Suppose when the roll on high is called, 
And I am there myself, may be, 

Yet find not one that I've led to Christ 
How much will heaven mean to me? 

Heaven is what we make it, friends. 
And winning souls, the surest way. 

To hear from the IMaster His "well done" 
When He crowns His saints some day. 



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Shining Like the Stars 



As yOu see the vaulted heavens 

With its galaxy of light, 
Get a vision of the Christian 

Shining for the Saviour bright. 

One who lives with thoughts of others, 
Seeking them for Christ to win, 

Leading them to find the Saviour 
And forsake the paths of sin. 

Turning feet to ways of rightness 
Shows the wisdom of the wise; 

For in true and faithful service, 
The future of God's Kingdom lies. 

The promise given to us forever 
In turning many souls to right; 

Is, "Shining, shining like the stars 
In the firmament so bright." 



Dan. 12:3. 



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When I Make Up My Jewels 



"They shall he mine wliou 1 niako up my jewels," 

And as a fallicr doth spare his son, 
Will I spare the faithful that serve Me, 

In the judgment day that's to come. 

Gatherino- jewels for Jesus, 

A work which all Christians should love ; 
A work that cntlurcs forc\cr; 

A work that's recorded above. 

Will your child he one oi those jewels, 
That your efforts and prayers have won? 

Then glory and blessing- will follow 
Your labors, for God's dear Son. 

Get ready these jewels for Jesus, 

The day of his coming- draws nigh; 
He'll help you in soul w inning service, 

Success crowneth all, who try. 

The day when he makes up his jewels. 
The souls which the faithful have won ; 

Will you have a part in that service 
Having gathered for God's dear Son? 

Mai. 3:17. 
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Empty Handed 



Must we meet our blessed Saviour 

With an empty hand at last? 
Never gleaned behind the reapers 

Till the harvest day is past? 

Round about are fields all golden ; 

Should we be an idle one? 
Sad to meet Christ empty handed, 

With grain withering 'neath the sun. 

Go and glean behind the reapers; 

Do as did the noble Ruth; 
Not afraid of humble service, 

Bound to virtue, love and truth. 

You can glean a sheaf more lasting 

Than that which waves in fields of gold; 

You can win some soul for Jesus, 
Gather lambs within his fold. 

Great the harvest, few the workers; 

Empty hands? 'Tis sin and shame; 
Better far to take the sickle. 

Gather sheaves in Jesus name. 

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By and by He'll send the angels, 
To gather jewels for his crown; 

They will shine among his jewels, 

Who, at his feet, some sheaf lay down. 



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God Everywhere 



We can find God everywhere, 

In His world so grand and bright ; 
His smile's seen in the morning, 

And His love folds us at night. 

We see Him in the rainbow. 

And the cataract's thund'rous roar; 

His hand-mark's on the ocean, 
And the shells upon the shore. 

In the snowflake's silvery crystal, 

And in the dewdroi)'s sheen; 
In the restless sea and azure sky. 

His wond'rous majesty is seen. 

He dwells among the roses, 

In the lily's fragrance sweet; 
In nature's many corridors. 

Are the footprints of His feet. 

His finger marks the butterfly. 

And the fish's shining fin; 
In the nightingale's lovely song, 

Are the notes of heaven's sweet hymn. 

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He's in the lion's courage, 

In the peace of the snowy dove; 

His face is seen in childhood, 
And in motherhood's holy love. 

We see God in the human soul, 
Trace the majesty of His plan; 

We can find Him along the highway 
In the heart of common man. 

You can see His perfect image, 

In Jesus Christ, His Son; 
If you love Him while you're living 

Then face to face when life is done. 



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Lowly Ministers 

I plucked a little flower sweet; 
It cast its fragrance at my feet, 
And sent me on with hope and cheer, 
And made me feel that God was near. 

I heard a little songster sing; 
It took my burden on its wing, 
And lifted me above the sod, 
To trust more fully in my God. 

A sunbeam crept into my room, 
And scattered every bit of gloom ; 
I felt the Son of Righteousness fling 
Sweet, healing balm from off his wing. 

A little kindness from a heart, 
Caused sorrow from my own depart; 
A hand clasp in the hour of need, 
Was better far than gold, indeed. 

A little faith, a little love. 
Plucked flowers of peace from heaven above; 
And notes from angel choirs that sing, 
Pure joy into my heart did bring. 

I can plant a flower in some life, 
Sing my song and calm the strife ; 
And be a lowly minister here, 
Like birds that sing and sunbeams clear. 

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Atoms 

Only a drop of water. 

Yet it fell on a thirsty flower, 

And revived its drooping petals, 
As a kiss from an April shower. 

Only two small pennies 

The widow lay on the plate that day, 
Yet they went on their errand of mercy 

As beams from the heavenly ray. 

Only a little rosebud 

Was placed by an invalid's bed, 
It brought in a ray of sunshine 

And the heart nearer God it led. 

One little word was spoken, 

That cost simply nothing to say. 

It eased a heart that was heavy 
And helped one along on his way. 

One little note from a singer 
Flew into a window drear, 

It came like the song of angels 

And filled a lone cottage with cheer. 

God made the world with atoms, 
The mountains with grains of sand, 

The ocean with drops of water. 
Frail mortals His glory land. 

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Climbing Heavenward 

How those roses climb and cling 

High up on that old stone wall ; 
Unmindful of their fragrance 

They so freely give to all. 

They're climbing upward to the sun, 

Their source of strength and life; 
Who paints their crimson petals, 

Till with beauty they are rife. 

They freely take the sunbeams, 

And the baptism of the dew; 
These blessings of the heavens 

They dip from the sea of blue. 

And in their climbing upward 
Keep their petals free from dust; 

And in the sun, the king of day, 
They calmly put their trust. 

They teach all men the lesson 

To strive and upward climb ; 
Then God will clothe with beauty 

And make their lives sublime. 

Then they will be a blessing 

To this earth that oft is drear; 
And like these climbing roses 

Help flood the world with cheer. 

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Little Violet 



Sweet little violet, 
Spring's gift of love; 

Sent by the Father, 
\\'ho dwelleth above. 

Dear little violet. 

Small though thou be ; 
Thou hast a sweet blessing 

So full and so free. 

Fragrant little violet, 

With heaven's pure breath 
Pervading- thy petals. 

Till they close up in death. 

Brief, little violet. 

Though thy mission be ; 
I long in my heart, 

To bless others like thee. 



I'age One Hundred and Twenty-Eight 



God's Voice in the Bush 



The bush on fire with roses, 

Have a message sweet from God; 

In whom the soul reposes, 
Who lifts a scei)ter or a hod. 

With reverent feet you gather, 

For this is holy ground ; 
Its God in the bush remember 

Where lessons sweet abound. 

He speaks of life and verdure. 

And teaches how to grow ; 
If in Him your soul you nurture 

In his garden here below. 

The roses breath the sunshine, 

God pours into their cup ; 
The showers that bathe the woodbine, 

Their thirsty petals sup. 

He lifts your thoughts to heaven. 

Where neither moth corrupt nor rust 

The soul beauty God has given, 
When the petals turn to dust. 



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The Sage of the Forest 

Grand is the tree of the forest. 

Wearing;- the imprint of aj^e ; 
Defyin.L; the sttntns and the tempest, 

Natnre's heroic sa.i;e. 

Others have fallen annnul it, 
Cut tlown hv the sickle of time; 

Known 'nioni;st the trees of the forest, 
As chililron of the miUlesl clime. 

Great is the sa,i;e of the fiMcst. 

A tine type of heroic men; 
Masters of sti^rm and of tempest. 

With strength anil vi.i;or of ten. 

With hearts like the oak of the forest, 
From which ship-timber is found; 

That w ill defy the storms of the i»cean. 
Thoui;h from nation to nation 'tis hiuind. 

Give us men like this sai;e oi the forest. 

With moral sinews like steel; 
Defying wron<; in hii;h places. 

With hearts for others that feel. 

For such men the times are calling", 
Whom a battle for ri>;ht will wage; 

Help build the o\d ship of the nation, 
Like the grand old forest sage. 

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The Ministry of a Star 

On the deck of a ship at cveiiitij^, 

As she jjroudly sailed the sea, 
Two souls were scanning and musing 

The heavens, most th(jughtfully. 

Brilliant stars illumined the darkness, 

Like jewels a kingly crfjwn ; 
One star differed from the others in brightness, 

And svvejn its golden rays down. 

Meeting together as l>rothers 

These stars in the terrestrial hall ; 

The one m(Ho brilliant than the others, 
Seemed to be llie kin;; of tlieni all. 

Guiding them like a 'oving sh3pherd 

Who tenderly watches his sheep; 
I'ringing joy to these two on shipboard. 

Which lingered still, when they fell asleep. 

To those ])rayerful two on shipboard, 
'Twas like iiethlehem's beautiful star; 

That brought joy and j^eace tcj the shepherds 
And the wise men who came from afar. 



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Like Christ standing among his people. 

Keeping- tender watch o'er his own; 
Who guides the stars and the vessel. 

Never leaves his children alone. 

O star, thy watch-care is loving, 
O. guide our feot lest we roam ; 

'Til we stop from the dock of tho vessel 
On shore with the loved ones at homo, 



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The Stars 



God calleth every star by name, 
That clusters in the sea of flame; 
That li^fhteth up the vales and hills, 
And all the earth with ^lory fdls. 

He did not give to me my name, 
But calls me by it just the same ; 
With peace He doth my heart e'er fill ; 
I'll try like stars to do his will. 

Help fill this darkened world with light, 
And shine for Him, like stars at night; 
That gleam their glory from the sun. 
From Christ, my power to bless, is won. 

I'll try and turn men's hearts to Him, 
Because His spirit dwells within; 
Then my soul shall mount beyond earth's bars, 
To shine in Heaven like the stars. 



fage One Hundred and Thirty-Three 



The Sea's Message to Me 



The mighty waves of the rushing sea, 

Have a message grand for me, 

As they hurry towards the lea: 

"The God of Heaven thy guide will be." 

Flow on O rushing waves of the sea, 
For thou dost sing this song to me, 
"I am boundless and I'm free. 
So is the love of God to thee." 



So may my love flow full and free 
Just like the waves upon the sea, 
Out to the God who cares for me, 
While to the heavenly shore I flee. 



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The Anchor 



There are storms that hish the hark of life 

More fierce than on the sea; 
And threaten with their anjj^ry waves 

That laiij^h with hoisterous glee. 

The waves of ])assi()n suri;e within, 

The nohlest, truest hearts; 
Sin's lightnin}^^ strikes with halls of lire 

And pierces with its darts. 

Gloom settles thickly o'er the sea, 
Dark storm clouds wrap the ship; 

So powers of darkness seek to crush 
The nohlest with their grip. 

Just drcjp your anchor in the sea, 

Its grip will hold you fast; 
It reaches heyond the threatening storm 

And withstands the hardest blast. 

Seek not to sail life's billowy sea 

Without hope's anchor true ; 
Trust not the calmness of the day 

Or the sky because its blue. 



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For any moment storms arise 
And swoop down on life's sea; 

And rock the ship upon the waves 
As it did on Galilee. 

Then cast the anchor of your hope 
Within the heavenly veil ; 

'Twill hold in every storm of life 
And in death it will not fail. 



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* Evening on the Lake 

Not a ripple stirs the glassy lake, 
Not a breath the emerald leaves ; 

The birds have hushed their singing 
In the branches of the trees. 

God has hushed to stillness 
The parts of nature's choir; 

Her harp strings all are quiet 
And the music of her lyre. 

He can still the heart-throbs 

Into a perfect calm ; 
Till the soul respondeth 

In worship with a psalm. 

Till the heart reflects God's image, 
Like the lake the shining stars; 

Till calm as nature's corridors 
Where not a dischord mars. 

May peace just like this evening 
E'er pervade my fretful soul ; 

And allow no waves of worry 
On this heart of mine to roll. 



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A New Day 

I watch the ascending^ 
Of a bright lovely day; 

It comes forth with triumph 
In clear, golden array. 

Redder and redder 

In the east grows the sky, 
Its banner of flame 

Waves in triumph on high. 

The darkness recedes 
Into the valley so low ; 

The sun breaks o'er the horizon 
With great splendor and glow. 

Each hill is encircled 
With a glory of light; 
All nature rejoices 

At the departure of night. 

The birds and the flowers 
Greet the king of the day; 

And he crowns them with glory 
For their waiting, as pay. 



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The Setting Sun 



The day is done. 
Now sets the sun, 
Which sinks to rest, 
Having done his best. 

When sets the sun 

My work is done; 

If 'tis my best. 

Calm will be my rest. 

The sun blest the flowers; 
Spent the golden hours, 
Scattering rays of light 
'Til falls the shades of night 

'Til falls the shades of night 
Let shine my Christian light 
Through the day's golden hours 
And scatter love's sweet flowers. 



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The Faded Rose 

Grainiitiother sat in her old arm ohair ; 
Her face was wrinklod and sublimely fair; 
Her hair was white as silvery snow. 
And her eyes like stars at eve vlid ^^Unv. 

In her wrinkled hands a book she L:rasps 
And opens tenderly its silver clasps; 
Hetween the leaves lies a fadeil rose, 
l^ack throui^h the years her memory sj^oes. 

The tears are falling from her eyes. 
While the rv\se petals SiVMi revive 
Beautiful as when plucked that day. 
By the hands of a little one gone away. 

Think not that hers are hopeless tears; 
For the rose i^atherer she has no fears. 

But the blossom has awakened memories sweet, 
Of the dear ones i^one she soon will meet. 

From the old Bible with silver clasps. 
Are promises sweet her soul still grasps; 
Her rod and statT throuL;h all these years. 
Broui^ht peace to her heart and dried her tears. 

Oidy a few more trials and tears; 
For He who hath kept her all these years. 
Since the rose was plucked by hands so fair, 
Will i;ather her home with loved ones there. 

Paoc One Hiimirt-d and Forf\< 



Good Night 



Still falls the shades of the sunset 'round us, 

The sofl-voiced thrush bade his mate ^ood ni{:^ht; 

Sweet fra,!:^ran(:e floats fr-f^m the flowers to us 
As they fold their ,oetals in the fading light. 

Earth's many voices relapse in stillness, 

Awed to silence by the dying light; 
Her tired workers rest in gladness, 

Shifting their burdens on the wings of night. 

Ivooking to God with trust and reverence, 
As the parting day fades away from sight; 

Waft on the evening breeze repentence, 

Then gladly each heart can say, "Good night." 

So will dawn life's closing evening, 

Happy to those who have lived for the right; 
Whose souls to eternal life arc cleaving, 

Can hojjefully and trustfully say, "Good night." 



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Faith 

Clearer far 
Than any mortal vision, 
Or the very brightest of any star. 
Is faith ; giving- substance to things not tangible 
And seeing beyond things seen 
To the Eternal and Invisible. 

Hope 

Hope reaches 
Beyond this vale of tears and struggle ; then 
However hard his lot, it teaches 
Man to be reconciled and his bark to flee 
To the shadow of a great rock; let the breakers 

roar and dash. 
That anchor holds him fast in life's sea. 



Love 

Mighter far 
Than the strength of muscle, or the sway 
Of gravitation over things that are 
Is love, which centered in the heart of God, 
And divinely working in man, will live on 
When he sleeps beneath the sod. 



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A Victorious Faith 



Faith is the golden key 

That unlocks the treasures of heaven, 
And brings to the children of men, 

Sweet blessings, as ever were given. 

Faith lays hold of the promises of God 
With a grasp unyielding and strong; 

And in spite of sorrow and care, 
It fills the heart with a song. 

Faith sees the Invisible One 

And hand in hand with Him, 
Man triumphs over his foes, 

Overcomes temptation and sin. 

Faith lives in the presence of God, 

Keeps man pure in a world full of sin; 

Like lilies growing white from a soil 

That is black but kept clean from within. 

Faith scales every mount that impedes 

Man in his march to the goal ; 
For the prize of the high calling of God 

That awaits every conquering soul. 



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Graces Three 



Give me the faith that ever clings, 
To Christ, the blessed King of Kings; 
His spirit dwelling in my heart 
That ne'er complains but ever sings. 

Give me the hope that reaches far. 
E'en through the pearly gates ajar; 
'Twill anchor me in every storm, 
Till I have safely crossed the bar. 

Let my love each day. stronger be. 
For the Christ who first loved me ; 
To serve in high or lowly ways. 
Till his kind and blessed face I see. 

May I have these golden graces three, 
Like heavenly sunbeams there to be, 
Shining brightly within my heart; 
Faith and hope and charity. 

Then will other men be led to see, 
The likeness of the Christ in me. 
And not be satisfied 'til they 
As jewels have these graces three. 



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St)ringtiine in the Country 

There's no place half so lovely, 

Where birds so sweetly sing, 
As springtime in the country 

Where life and verdure cling. 

The fields aflame with flowers, 
Stone walls where mosses cling; 

Her shady nooks and bowers, 
'Neath which her choirs sing. 

Lambs out upon the hillside. 
Wandering where'er they will; 

The bees a-roaming fields wide, 
For nectar their hives to fill. 

The farmer free but busy, 

Scattering his fields with grain; 

The wild flowers make you dizzy, 
That grow in the old farm lane. 

The bare-foot boy a-whistling. 

Or singing loud and clear; 
And all the hens a-cackling 

The brook a-rippling near. 

The fall of springtime showers 

On the meadows bright and green. 

Make fragrant the passing hours, 
Where teeming life is seen. 

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Did you ever hear such music. 

As that of bird and bee and boy? 
We city folks get homesick, 

In the spring to taste its joy. 

I know folks like the city. 

And the crowds upon the street; 

But for the tired it has no pity, 
Nor rest for the weary feet. 

But in quiet nooks and corners. 

Of the country in the spring. 
There is calm for the weary workers, 

And joy like the birds that sing. 

If you want to hear God's footfall, 
See his handiwork so fair; 

Just hear the country voices call, 
And spend the springtime there. 



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' The Old Farm 

Take me to the old farm, 

Among the whispering trees, 
Where there is joyous melody, 

Which floats upon the breeze. 

The quiet of the old farm. 

Has power to lull to rest; 
The yearning after its repose 

Is throbbing in my breast. 

The peaceful calm of the old farm, 

Lifts my spirit high, 
And pressed with busy city life, 

It bades my cares to fly. 

I love to think of the old farm. 
Where the sweetest songsters sing; 

Where cattle graze in the dewy fields 
Midst the fragrant flowers of spring. 

My spirit longs for the old farm, 
Like the hart for the water brooks; 

I'll faithfully ply my daily tasks. 
Then away to its quiet nooks. 

Each hill and vale of the old farm, 

And the star-lit sky above, 
Impresses my inner heart and life 

That the Giver of all is love. 

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Summer Eve in the Country 



A lovely calm pervades the air, 

Dusk has softened the sun's bright glare; 
Soft music as the cricket sings 

With katy-dids and other things. 

You hear now and then a sparrow's notes, 
Other birds have closed their throats 

And placed their heads beneath their wings, 
To rest awhile like other things. 

The horses turned out in the field, 
To rest their weary bodies yield; 

To eventide man's spirit clings, 

Like birds and flowers and other things. 

'Tis summer eve when falls the dew 
Upon the grass and petals too ; 

God to my soul refreshment brings, 

As to birds and flowers and other things. 

No place where rest and silence cleave 
Like the country in the summer eve ; 

That sweet and restful quiet brings 
To men and birds and other things. 



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A Winter's Day 



Twas a day in winter bleak and cold; 
The wind was harsh and rough and bold ; 
The frost covered with silver the window panes, 
And the drifts lay deep in the old farm lanes. 

The sun seemed bereft of power to warm ; 
The ice formed thick in the wake of the storm ; 
The wind-swept-snows your eyes did blind, 
And a colder day was hard to find. 

In the old farm house was warmth and cheer, 
Not one dreamed that the day was drear; 
The fires burned cheerily in the stoves 
And blessings flew into the heart in droves. 

The corn was popped on a hearth near by; 
A hammer making the walnut shucks fly; 
Bins of apples in a cellar near, 
Filled the heart full to the brim with cheer. 

In each life some days are drear, 
When one feels lonely, in need of cheer; 
To the young and strong, the weak and old. 
There's peace and comfort in God's inner fold. 



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Folded Petals 

The flowers have closed their petals, 
When fell the shades of night; 

Refreshed with dew, that God hath sent 
E'er dawns the morning light. 

The meadow brook flows smoothly on, 

A mirror for the stars ; 
Not a leaf upon a tree that stirs. 

Not a jar, the stillness mars. 

The little bird has homeward bound 
To the oak where hangs its nest, 

And folded its weary pinions 
O'er its heart and is at rest. 

The bees have ceased their humming. 

About them all is still ; 
Their tired wings no longer fly 

Back and forth their hives to fill. 

The sheep out in the pasture 

Lie quiet 'neath the trees ; 
The old farm team, unharnessed, 

On their beds of straw at ease. 

O restless heart be still, be still 
Like these creatures of the sod ; 

Why worry? Fold thine arms and rest 
And simply trust in God. 

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At Eventide 



Sweet eventide has fallen, 

And the heavens are filled with glow 
Of the setting sun, that mirrors 

Itself in the lake below. 
At eventide. 

Nothing disturbs the quiet, 

But all prevading peace 
Fills the air with calm 

And brings the soul release. 
Calm eventide. 

The shepherd drives his sheep 

Over the bridge of stone, 
On tK"e homeward path 

With them and God alone. 
At eventide. 

In the distance the old church tower 

Lends a civilizing touch; 
And thrills the shepherd's soul. 

To God he's thankful much, 
At eventide. 



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The low red-thatched cottage 

At the foot of the hill, 
Is home so sweet and humble ; 

Happiness the shepherd's soul doth fill 
At eventide. 

Sweet rest at eventide, 

Now sunk the radiant sun, 
We hail the hour of peace 

With close of day and work all done. 
Glad eventide. 

Nature in silence bids the world repose; 

The sheep safe sheltered in the fold, 
So may the faithful shepherd 

Enter the pearly gates and gold 
At life's eventide. 



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» A Real Vacation 



Vacation's come with all its cheer, 
The time that tired folks hold dear; 
Just let your cares and worries stay- 
Locked up somewhere, while you're away. 

Go to the woods where it is cool, 
And dip some joy from nature's pool; 
Just listen to her sweetest song 
And rest a bit and you'll get strong. 

Imagine you're a child again, 

And do just as you did, when 

You went a-fishing on the lake 

And took a lunch for your stomach's sake. 

Jump in the lake and take a swim. 
Whistle a bit and hum a hymn ; 
Beneath an old tree near the shore 
Think of the friend that you adore. 

Go where the stream leaps down the rock, 
Forget there ever was a clock 
To tell that you must go to work; 
Vacation's here, its time to shirk. 



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Just hear the patter of the rain, 
Let it wash away all labour's stain; 
And breathe the fragrance of the flowers. 
Improve these glad vacation hours. 

Just eat and sleep and take a rest, 
Be like the bird there in her nest 
That's cared for by her faithful mate, 
From early mora till it is late. 

Watch the golden sunrise o'er the hills 
Till every niche with light it fills; 
See evening draw aside her mist, 
Behold her jasper, rubies, amethist. 

Behold all this and you can trace 
God's presence in that lovely place; 
Let work and care together cease, 
Let nature flood your soul with peace. 



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The Woods 

I love the beauty of the woods, 

The fragrance of the flowers ; 
To press my feet upon the moss 

And rest 'neath nature's bowers. 

I love to walk among the trees 

And gather blossoms wild ; 
And berries red and blue and black, 

As I did when a child. 

I love to gather pebbles 

That lie dripping on the shore; 
Brilliant in all the tints and shades 

Of the rainbow sprinkled o'er. 

I love to hear God's choir sing 

In the shady temple fair; 
The harp of wind and note of bird, 

That tuned melody, calls me there. 

I love its beauty to twine my heart 

Like the vines the leafy trees; 
And have my worries fanned away 

By the gentle, cooling breeze. 

I love to bathe my soul in heaven, 
And plunge 'neath the crystal stream ; 

Refreshed like famished bush and petal 
When pearly dew-drops gleam. 

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I love to worship nature's God 
In his wooded temple grand; 

Where every petal, lichen, fern 
Are the love taps of his hand. 

I love the evening in the woods, 
With her jeweled crown of stars; 

When the angels hurry down to me 
Upon those golden bars. 

I love to leave the city streets, 

With their crowd and heat and din ; 

And creep away to God's green woods 
And hold sweet fellowship with Him. 



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Peace 

Mightier far 
That cannon, shot and shell, walls of adamant 
And piled up obstacles that seem to bar, 
Is Peace, that hovers like a dove 
O'er nations, and in spite of war 
Brings in the gentle reign of love. 



Joy 

Deeper far 
Than idle pleasure, the enjoyment of riches, 
The fleeting things of time and sense, that mar, 
Is joy, a note from the angel's song ; 
That abides with me in spite of sorrow 
When loved ones join the heavenly throng. 



Truth 

Truth lives 
When Error thinks she's dead, moves 
On to greater glory and gives 
Her bitter foes new cause for fear; 
Crushed like a rose more fragrant far, 
Her reign's forever and not a year. 

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Humility 



Like the little lowly violet 
That's hid among the leaves, 

Known only by its fragrance 
That to every petal cleaves. 

The fruit when it is ripest 

And filled with juices sweet, 
Blesses the wayside traveler 
■ By falling near his feet. 

The hills when bathed in loveliness 
With matchless sunset gold, 

Breathes to one of heaven 

Where the half can ne'er be told. 

*Tis the glory of the inner man 
Renewed by grace divine, 

That gleams upon the features 
And makes the face to shine. 

It is to hide behind the cross, 
Self lost with Christ in God, 

From such soil blooms humility 
Like the violet from the sod. 



Page One Hundred and Fifty-Eight 



Contentment 



The fern doth drive in the cooling dell, 
The rose in the sun doth glow; 

The water-lily drinks in the pool; 
The brook ripples sweet and low. 

The little violet in the grass, 

Blesses each passer-by ; 
Fills its place in the universe, 

For the glory of God on high. 

The luxurious orchid in its place, 
In the summer glory here. 

Joins with the tiny daisy fair, 
To fill the world with cheer. 

The busy bee content to toil, 

To fill the master's hive; 
The little wren with plumage plain, 

For no larger sphere they strive. 

So the lowly birds and flowers sweet. 
In the matchless landscape fair, 

And in their climes they fly and bloom 
Scattering brightness everywhere. 



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Let man be content in his humble sphere, 

Be his task to carry a hod ; 
He can fill his days with honest toil 

And thus glorify his God. 

Content with things that can't be changed, 

And change the things he can, 
Will fill the heart with peace divine, 

And make blessed the path of man. 



Page One Hundred and Sixty 



Trust and Pray 



Why be anxious about tomorrow 

In the face of stern today? 
You'll have strength for what it brings 

If you only watch and pray. 

Why afraid when clouds hang heavy, 
With their dark and threatening pall? 

Trust in God and look above you, 
See, his hand is over all. 

What though fall the chilly shower, 
And the day be dark and drear? 

Trust in God brings bursts of sunshine, 
Fills the heart with peace and cheer. 

Don't you see the flowers blooming? 

Don't you hear the song birds sing? 
Happiness and sweet contentment 

Are the pearls that trust will bring. 

Trust will line your clouds with silver, 
Span them with the rainbow bright; 

Lift all burdens from your shoulders, 
Make your pathway blaze with light. 



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What though stony grief's your pillow, 
An angels' ladder near you stands ; 

By simply trusting you can mount it 
Knowing the Saviour holds your hands. 

Don't waste time in useless worry, 
A heart of courage have you must. 

Bestowed upon you by the Father 
If you rest in Him and trust. 



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Trust 



No day will dawn so dark 
But through the clouds some ray of light will steal, 
Some consciousness of Heaven's nearness, that 

We feel like singing with the lark. 

No day its burdens bring 
But we shall have strength to hear them one and all, 
Not by self-trust, but on the Heavenly Father call 

The soul mounts on eagle's wing. 

No sorrow will come to thee 
But the hand of Him will dry thy every tear, 
Who leaves us not but standeth ever near, 

Just trust Him faithfully. 

No temptation will you meet 
But some way of swift escape you'll surely find, 
And to virtue and truth will strongly bind, 

H you trust the mercy seat. 

No dark valley will be past 
But through its thickest gloom a light will shine, 
If a simple trust in God is ever thine, 

Thou shalt reach heaven at last. 



Page One Hundred and Sixty-Three 



The Old Family Bible 

How dear to my heart is the old family Bible, 

That tells us of Jesus the mighty to save ; 
The book of all comfort, the hope of the sinner, 

The lamp of our feet from the cradle to grave. 
And oft when I'm tempted to turn from my Saviour, 

A hand holds me fast and I'm saved by his love; 
The old family Bible, my mother's old Bible, 

The soul cheering Bible that points to above. 

How dear to my heart is the Christ of the Bible, 

Which makes it attractive to humble and great; 
With wisdom unerring, and love never failing, 

Points man to the path that is narrow and straight. 
In times of great sorrow when I feel sad and lonely, 

The Spirit of peace hovers o'er like a dove; 
The dear old Bible, my father's old Bible, 

The promise filled Bible which all of us love. 

How dear to my heart are the works of the Bible 

That challenge the thought of the scholar and sage; 
And twines its strong chord round the heart strings 
of children. 

And lifts up the fallen in every known age. 
And oft when I'm friendless and almost discouraged 

I turn to its pages with comfort and cheer; 
The old family Bible, the thumb worn old Bible, 

Which makes me feel conscious a Saviour is near. 

Page One Hundred and Sixty-Five 



We may be old and gray ourselves, 

Yet there's a presence that seems to hover 
Near us as we struggle on; 

It's no one else but mother. 

The golden chain that last will break, 

If we perchance shall wander. 
Away from right and truth and God, 

Will be the prayers of mother. 

And when we pass through Gates Ajar, 
Through Christ the soul's great Lover 

That home will be more charming far. 
For the presence there of mother. 



Page One Hundred and Seventy-Six 



Your Wedding Day 



Your wedding- day is here, 

'Tis beautiful and lovely June; 
Pray that the God you love be near 

And your hearts with him in tune. 

Your wedding day, the soul's noontide ; 

The flowers breath svv^eet fragance 
Over this union God has tied 

On this gala day of June. 

You are no longer twain but one, 

The holy words are said; 
Your walk together begun, 

In love's sweet bond you're wed. 

O wing to Him your prayer, 

For his blessing pure and sweet, 
Like choicest pearls and rare 

Are gathered at the mercy seat. 

His presence happiness will bring, 
Keep your love sweet and strong; 

If together to Him you cling. 

Gilds all heaven and earth with song. 

Page One Hundred and Seventy-Seven 



O, may we restore to our children 
The custom our fathers know 

Of sittini:^ with mother and the children 
Together in iho old family pow. 

There are fathers and mothers in heaven 
And with them their children, too. 

Who iMKMied their hearts' door to Jesus 
While ti\!;ether in the o\(\ family pew. 



/'()<;«' Onr Jlumi'cd and Sixty-Eight 



Easter Praise 



Sprinj^'- forth yc buds oi nature, ,si>rin^, 
Let all llic birds break forth and sinj^; 
For Christ, tlie Lord, is risen today, 
Sorrow lifts its wings and flics away. 

Wave on, ye spotless lilies wave, 
Christ burst the tomb, has power to save; 
Let thy sweet fragrance fill the air, 
And Easter cheer fly everywhere. 

Sweet flower petals, open wide. 
For Christ in the grave did not abide; 
Let nature's choir chant his praise. 
Let men with angels their voices raise. 

Let earth her sweetest blossoms bring, 
To wreath the Christ, her risen King; 
While out from Heaven's gates of gold, 
Floats Easter cheer for youw^ and old. 

Arise, ye sinful men, arise, 
From thy dead selves mount to the skies; 
Thy lives continued praise will bring, 
To Christ, the lovely risen King. 



Page One Hundred and Sixty-Nine 



Suppose Tonight 

Suppose tonight you wore to walk 

Into the otYioe of your boss; 
And say to him. "I'm going- to quit" 

Would your going be a loss? 

Suppose tonight you tell your church 

That you are about to leave; 
Would collections be loss, a voice be missed, 

^^'ould the members for you grieve? 

Suppose your neighbor you inform 

That you're going to move away ; 
Would he with tearful voice declare 

"I will miss you many a day?" 

Suppose tonight you left the town 

Where you have lived for years ; 
Would good men miss you on the street 

And shed for you their tears? 

Suppose you're called to leave the world 

When sets the evening sun ; 
Would your bier be covered with blossoms sw^eet 

In memory of what you have done? 

Let us fill the circles where we move 

With loving deeds and grand ; 
That friends will be loth to say "Farewell" 

When we pass to tho botlor land. 

Page One Hundred and 5t':r;;/v 



The Pessimist 



The pessimist always sees the dark ; 
Never hears the singinj^ lark ; 
He walks with sad and doleful tread ; 
Never sees the light ahead. 

On every rose he finds some thorns; 

He's ever looking for the storms, 

His days are always cloudy then, 

Ne'er what to him they should have been. 

His world is j^oinj^ to the bad, 
Far worse than when he was a lad. 
Wrong sits upon the throne, says he, 
And truth is sunk in infamy. 

He thinks the most of men are cheats, 
The world is full of real dead beats; 
The good men ought to be far better. 
And bad men all the good doth fetter. 

Throw an ounce of pessimism on the marts 
You'll destroy a jjound of human hearts; 
While optimism in man or boy. 
Helps fill men's hearts with hopeful joy. 

Page One Hundred and Seventy-One 



The Golden Wedding 

There was a day when we were young 

My pretty wife and I ; 
For her I've many praises sung, 

As time slipped by. 

I would not have missed one hour 

Of these g-olden years ; 
Her smile has been my sweetest flower 

Love has calmed our fears. 

Fifty golden years have sped 

Since wedded, wife and I ; 
Our tears together we have shed, 

And looked to God on high. 

We've worked hard together, 

I and my wife so true ; 
Nought our hearts could sever 

As the years of gold flew. 

Blest companionship along the way, 

We have kept our tryst ; 
And happy on this golden wedding day, 

In the love of Christ. 

When the "Flood of years" cease to roll, 
Wife and I are growing old — 

We shall be joined soul to soul 
Beyond the gates of gold. 

Page One Hundred and Seventy-Two 



Man and St. Paul's Cathedral 



A man went to St. Paul's Cathedral, 

A noble man was he ; 
Whose soul was in tune with the beautiful, 

And with God in sympathy. 

The beautiful service charmed him, 
The mighty organ thrilled his soul, 

The choir, like voices from heaven, 
As waves celestial did roll. 

A feeling of awe crept o'er him, 
It was all so majestic and grand. 

As if entering the eternal city 
Before gates of gold to stand. 

The lights formed a ladder golden 
Let down as by an angel's hand, 

And bathed with the glory of heaven. 
On which the foot of man could stand. 

And mount towards God his Maker, 

'Til lost in the radiant light, 
Of Christ who illumines the City, 

To which thoughts took their flight. 



Page One Hundred and Seventy-Three 



Man seemed small in this great Cathedral 
In the presence of the God above ; 

Yet this message it seemed to whisper 
"Not too small for the Father's love." 

To God, greater than that mighty Cathedral, 
Was the man who worshipped there ; 

Whose heart was in tune with His choir, 
Loving Christ, the beautiful, the fair. 



Page One Hundred and Seventy-Four 



Mother's Day 

There are days historic, known to men, 

Of one kind and another; 
But none so close to the human heart 

As this one kept for mother. 

A day that's honored by us all, 

By father, sister, brother; 
On which is brought the sweetest flowers, 

To twine a wreath for mother. 

No rose so lovely as her smile, 

No music like her voice; 
The memory of her kindly deeds, 

Makes her children's hearts rejoice. 

Our guide through childhood's tender years, 

No wonder that we love her 
And pluck the sweetest, whitest rose 

In memory of mother. 

She toiled from morn till late at night. 

Bearing the burdens of another; 
And never can we think of home, 

But we see the face of mother. 

Who bore all burdens patiently. 

And trusted One above her 
And taught the children how to pray? 

Our memory says, '"Twas mother." 

Page One Hundred and Seventy-Five 



We may be old and gray ourselves, 

Yet there's a presence that seems to hover 
Near us as we struggle on; 

It's no one else but mother. 

The golden chain that last will break, 

If we perchance shall wander, 
Away from right and truth and God, 

Will be the prayers of mother. 

And when we pass through Gates Ajar, 
Through Christ the soul's great Lover 

That home will be more charming far, 
For the presence there of mother. 



Page One Hundred and Seventy-Six 



Your Wedding Day 



Your wedding- day is here, 

'Tis beautiful and lovely June; 
Pray that the God you love be near 

And your hearts with him in tune. 

Your wedding day, the soul's noontide ; 

The flowers breath sweet fragance 
Over this union God has tied 

On this gala day of June. 

You are no longer twain but one. 

The holy words are said ; 
Your walk together begun, 

In love's sweet bond you're wed. 

O wing to Him your prayer. 

For his blessing pure and sweet, 
Like choicest pearls and rare 

Are gathered at the mercy seat. 

His presence happiness will bring. 
Keep your love sweet and strong; 

If together to Him you cling, 

Gilds all heaven and earth with song. 

Page One Hundred and Seventy-Seven 



Angels from their snowy wings, 
Sift down heaven's golden ray; 

Her sweetest choir sings 
On this your wedding day. 

The dear ones wish you well, 

Home memories twine your heart; 

Love's message sweet they tell 
As towards Gates Ajar you start. 

May you feel the Invisible near 
Through life's winding way; 

Then each succeeding year 

Will be like your wedding day. 



Page One Hundred and Seventy-Eight 



Memories of Christmas 



What do you suppose I'm thinking of, dear, 

On this quiet Sabbath day? 
That grand old Christmas draweth near, 

Just one, yes, one day away. 

How many memories it awakens, dear, 

On this calm day of rest ! 
They are all joyful, none are drear, 
The sweetest, purest and best. 

I feel that again, I'm a child, dear. 
As I was long years ago ; , 

With my stocking hanging in the corner near, 
Brim full from top to toe. 

It reminds me of home, sweet home, dear, 

As it was in my childhood days 
When my brothers and sisters too, were near, 

And we sang the glad Christmas lays. 

One can't forget such a Christmas, dear, 

We were up at the peep of day; 
Those times were filled with love and cheer, 

Those memories just cling and stay. 



Page One Hundred and Seventy-Nine 



What Christmas can equal those, dear, 
When you and I were young? 

When the angel choir drew so near, 
That we heard the songs they sung. 

Peace on earth, good will to men, dear, 
Was the song those angels sung; 

Let us fill the children's hearts with cheer, 
As others did when we were young. 

Then when they are old and gray, dear, 
The memories that sure will last 

To fill their weary hearts with cheer. 
Will be the Christmas days of the past. 



Page One Hundred and Eighty 



No Night There 

No night is there — 
Here clouds obscure the sun, 
Oft when the day has just begun. 

No clouds are there. 

No night is there — 
Here many shadows fall, 
Gloom comes to one and all 

No shadows there. 

No night is there — 
Dreary hours filled with tears, 
And heart aches fill our years 

No sorrow there. . 

No night is there — 
No good-byes ever spoken, 
Loved circles never broken 

No separation there. 

No night is there — 
But Christ the true and fair, 
Gives sunshine everywhere 

No gloom is there. 

Page One Hundred and Eighty-One 



The Land of the Living 

Earth is the land of the dying, 

In heaven we live not die ; 
This is the land of the crying, 

In heaven no cause to cry. 

Earth is the land of the sighing. 

In heaven we never sigh ; 
Here there are heart aches and weeping, 

No sorrow or tears on high. 

Earth is the place of the testing. 

In heaven is peace and rest; 
Here we have struggles most trying, 

But calm and serene the blest. 

This is the land of sinning, 

In heaven there is no sin ; 
On earth how oft the tempting, 

There, no tempter can enter in. 

Earth is called the land of the living. 

To heaven that title belongs ; 
Here there is dying and sighing, 

Life and gladness with the heavenly throngs. 

We can make of this earth a heaven, 

By being masters of sin; 
By scattering sunshine and gladness, 

With peace and contentment thrown in. 

Page One Hundred and Eighty-Two 



Nd Good -Byes in Heaven 



In heaven no good-byes are spoken, 
No tender, loving ties are broken; 
But joy and peace forevermore, 
Upon the happy, golden shore. 

How precious, no good-byes in heaven, 
No farewell words are ever spoken ; 
Where friend from friend will never part, 
No tears in eyes, no grief of heart. 

Good-byes are often spoken here, 
Hence eyes are filled with many a tear; 
We meet and part like ships at sea. 
From parting days but few are free. 

For in this world we meet to part. 
How brief the fellowship of hearts; 
We meet today and part tomorrow; 
It fills our hearts with care and sorrow. 

Good-byes are floating on the air. 
At home, abroad, and everywhere ; 
From children's lips they spring with glee, 
While the aged whisper them dolefully. 



Page One Hundred and Eighty-Three 



Our last qood-bye will soon be said. 
If by God's Spirit we are led. 
Parting from earth, we'll enter heaven, 
Where heart from heart is never riven. 



Page One Hundred and Eighty-Four 



God's Hand in America's History 



I see the loving- hand of God, 

In America's history grand; 
And He who guides the course of worlds, 

Watches o'er our native land. 

Was with her in her infant days, 
Stood by the cradle of her birth ; 

Guided the Pilgrims to our shores, 
Established liberty on the earth. 

On America's bleak and rock-bound coast, 

Hope rose like a star at night; 
As the Pilgrims sought the help of God, 

Who turns darkness into light. 

God's hand was with our Washington, 

And his heroic soldier band. 
Wresting liberty from a foreign foe, 

Through blood wrought deeds, most grand. 

Upon the ashes of a monarchy. 

Built a nation great and strong, 
For the oppressed of every land on earth. 

Who are true to freedom's song. 



Page One Hundred and Eighty-Five 



Through the angry billows of Civil War, 
God brought the Ship of State ; 

Through Lincoln and the boys in blue, 
Saved her from disunion's fate. 

Be with us yet our Father's God, 
We plead of Thee most true; 

Shield the Starry banner of the Free, 
Our own red. white and blue. 



Page One Hundred and Eighty-Six 



Remember the Brave 

Memorial Day we gladly keep, 

And l(jve its halKjwed hrjurs; 
For the brave beneath the sod asleep, 

We scatter earth's fair flowers. 

When father Abraham sent the call, 

For men to volunteer; 
From farm and factory, college hall, 

The boys in blue said "Here." 

The young and brave fell in the strife, 

For country, flag and home ; 
They bade adieu to children, wife, 

Through bloody fields to roam. 

How grand they fell on battle field. 

And starved in prisons drear, 
Let hearts the sweetest homage yield. 

And bring our flowers here. 

All hail the brave who fell asleep. 

On Southern battle fields; 
God ease the hearts of those who weep, 

Their precious memory shields. 

Let roses sweet their graves surround. 

And lilies white, there bloom ; 
To deck the unknown soldier's mound. 

Or those sleeping 'neath the tomb. 

Paye One Hundred and Eighty-Seven 



O gray-haired heroes ye who stand, 

War-aged before your years, 
Your sleeves without an arm or hand, 

We blend with you our tears. 

The sweetest flowers that ever bloom, 

We Avreath around your head. 
Lay others on your comrades' tomb, 

And remember the gallant dead. 

Wave, ye starry banner, wave, 

The emblem of the free ; 
Your stars were fixed there by the brave. 

They carried you to victory. 

Go then where'er the soldiers sleep. 
Make holy May's closing hours; 

Their memory like choicest pearls we keep, 
And strew their graves with fiowers. 



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No> Flowers for the Soldiers ? j 

! 

No flowers for the soldiers 

In God's great world so fair? 
No petals sweet a-blooming 

In the woods or anywhere? 

No flowers for the heroes, ] 

The boys both grand and true? I 

The boys who saved the Union, i 

The boys who wore the blue? 

I 
Go search the fields for flowers, * 

Those white and every hue ; j 

And twine them into garlands, 

For the boys who wore the blue. i 

Let not a single soldier's grave 

Be without some blossom sweet; , 

For God has provided flowers 

To lay at heroes' feet. 

The rich can buy some roses, j 

And the poor can find a few, i 

Perhaps a bunch of daisies ^ 

For some grave where lays the blue. 



Page One Hundred and Eighty-Nine 



And don't forget the unknown dead, 
But sing their requiem, too; 

And hang a wreath upon each slab. 
For these boys who wore the blue. 

And teach your children's children, 
Of these veterans true and brave; 

And have them search for flowers 
To deck a soldier's grave. 

At the dawn of Decoration Day, 
Make hallowed all its hours ; 

Salute the flag they died to save 

And cover their graves with flowers. 

And shout hurrah for those who march 
Their comrades' graves to strew; 

And scatter sweet forget-me-nots 
In the path of the boys in blue. 

No flowers for the soldiers? 

Ah, God's sunshine and His dew 
Have most bountifully provided 

For each boy who wore the blue. 



Page One Hundred and Ninety 



Waiting for Christmas 



"How long it is before Christmas?" 

Said a patient little boy ; 
Who was longing and anxiously waiting, 

To dip in its well of joy. 

"How slowly the days are passing, 
As I count them one by one ; 

Before the dawn of the Christmas morn. 
With its bundles and bushels of fun. 

Santa's so slow in coming, 

He moves as with leaden wheel ; 

I'm getting so tired of waiting, 
I can't tell you just how I feel. 

But Santa will bring me something. 
Packages, both large and small ; 

You bet your boots I'm anxious, 
His bundles to overhaul. 

Hurry up, hurry up, old Santa, 
Come with your joys and fun; 

If I could get behind your reindeer, 
I would soon have them on the run. 



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I think old Santa is coming, 

I believe I hear a bell ; 
And the shouts of his ringing laughter, 

As he spins through vale and dell. 

I'm tired, old Santa, awaiting. 

For your bundles and pack of joy; 

Just imagine, that I'm you, Santa, 
And you are the waiting boy." 



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